A Deadly Spoonful

Summary

At my son’s hundred-day celebration, I fed him a spoonful of peanut butter.

My entire family lunged at me as if I’d lost my mind.

My mother-in-law knocked the bowl from my hands, snatched the baby, and shrieked, "You vicious woman! Don't you know you can't feed a baby something like that? This is your own son!"

My husband shoved me away, his eyes red-rimmed. "I give you my entire salary. I tell you where I am at all times. Isn't that enough? This is the son you almost died to save! How can you be so cruel as to use him to get at me?"