Because nothing honors the beginning of life quite like sinking your teeth into baby-shaped ground beef and bacon diapers. Just add a generous helping of creepiness and voilà! Baby meatloaf.
Hmpf. And all my sister-in-law had at my shower was pasta. In the shape of noodles! Lame.
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