B.M.B.A.P.O.N.F
I’m not your baby’s mother. I’m her food mom. Bring a present or I’ll bring a food disaster.
You didn’t bring my baby a gift? I’ll bring you a plate of spaghetti and a side of guilt.
You skipped my baby’s party? I’ll bring you a food truck and a curse.
You think you can ignore my baby? I’ll bring you a food coma and a reminder.