For guided viewing, please consider:
1. The child pleading in the background is none other than Plus One, overdosing with the intense desire and yearning that only the candy aisle can elicit. In a 2.5 year old. Who is watching his mother "eat" candy. And can't have any. I'm kind of a bad mom sometimes.
2. Sure, I could use a manicure.
3. A two-numbered list is not a list. Just watch it.
To be honest, this was so much fucking fun that Lana and I both got hopped up on the sheer adrenaline rush of BREAKING THE LAW (or as close as these two Mommas are gonna get, anyway) that we made an UNPLANNED stop at Target to try again!
Much to our dismay, the legend of the Jelly Biter preceded us. For they were packaged in boxes:
I suggest you all get your Jelly Biting fix before they put an end to us.
*This was adapted for American participation. I have no idea what that jelly crap is that they have "across the pond." Also, it all started here.