I gazed with--surprisingly--fondness at the damp-edged, half-used roll of toilet paper on the floor, and the infant teeth marks that gnawed their way down to the cardboard cylinder in the middle.
A sign of sweet innocence in our home.
Followed by the realization of disgust at soggy, wet toilet paper.
Nothing worse than that.
2 comments:
are you even kidding me?! Is that one of my bibs?!
You need some boy ones!
What's your address? :)
OF COURSE it's one of your bibs...my FAVORITE ON THE PLANET!!! I need to buy some boy ones...I'll have to hop on your etsy shop and get some:).
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