Easy mistake to make. Four years ago me and my then girlfriend feasted on the blood of the innocent for several months. It all ended in tears of course, during one surprisingly delicious asian course I somehow found myself gnawing at her thigh and I just couldn't stop. She seemed to understand. Given the rate in which we were going and how violently destructive our hedonistic feasts had become such an event was bound to occur. Luckily, once I had evaded the police, gotten out of the country and changed my identity, I found a program and I haven't eaten baby in over three years (don't applaud, it embarrasses me). Like the vegetarian I still have cravings though. Hence why (among several other reasons that I won't go into here) I have to stay away from playgrounds.