For more than a year now, I've been warning people about the risks associated with the Apple Fritters at Starbucks: They're Enormous; They're Evil; They look like Steaming Piles of Excrement. That's why it came as such a shock last night to learn that my parents took my nine-month-old nephew, Jackson, to a Starbucks in Massachusetts and ordered the Poor, Defenseless Tyke an Apple Fritter. "Dad and I are babysitting for Jackson for a few days," said my Mom, "He was getting fussy in the car so we stopped at a Starbucks to give him a little break. We couldn't resist the Apple Fritter ...!" Rumor has it Jackson took one or two bites of the Pachyderm Pastry and promptly vomited all over the place. I just have one question: Was this photo taken "Before" or "After" ...?!?