I am sure that somewhere down in the deepest darkest primoridal lizard parts of my brain there is a semi-reasonable explanation for why I appear to be obsessed with taking pictures of my kid eating cake.
But even if you held a gun to my head, I don't think I could really come up with a particularly good reason.
It must be the heat, or some rare disease. (La-la-la.)
Or too much to eat, or maybe it's fleas.
All I know is, I really really like taking pictures of my kid when she is eating cake.
Probably it's because cake makes my kid happy, and my kid makes me happy, and so seeing my kid happy makes me happiest of all. Also, both cake and my kid are delicious, so.