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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