Happy Birthday, Peanut. Here's to another year.
My wife just wiped the baby's mouth, thinking that The Pea was spitting out some of the Frosty we'd been feeding her. She used her fingers and then promptly licked them off.
It was not Frosty. It was baby puke.
That's right. My wife just ate some of my daughter's spit up.
It was not Frosty. It was baby puke.
That's right. My wife just ate some of my daughter's spit up.
