I have kind of a sick relationship with kids. As much as I’m deathly afraid of even the thought of having them, I look at them like they’re delicious little dessert treats that I can have on a cheat day. It’s their every ounce of perfect-ness. That smooth milky skin, their delicate lil lashes, (middle eastern boys are my fave), and those pudgy lil tummies that make me want to put them on a plate and serve.

This is Mr. Finn, who approached me just like this on set, instantly turning the show into How Do I Love?

If u don’t see another blog from me it’s because I’ve been arrested for kid cannibalism.