I have always loved food, even before I can remember loving food. The story my Mom tells about me losing my first tooth is proof, which was also her 30th birthday.
So, if I hadn't loved food so much I probably wouldn't have been hanging on the side of my crib. Also, my older sister and I made sure that Mom would never forget her 30th birthday.
Do any of you have proof that you have always loved food? Did any of you ever lose a tooth that wasn't ready to come out?