Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Three-Horns NEVER play with Long-Necks.

So as I sat at the table, feeding Tristen his breakfast, listening to The Land Before Time in the background, Tristen sneezed baby food all over my face.

And I found myself, sitting there with pear and cereal on my face, licking it off in the places my tongue would reach, and wondering: "Why the F*** are three-horns such a**holes!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?"

I love being a mom.

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