I think she remembers how many I ate when she was in my tummy
Just now at brunch I gave Leta my pickle spear to nibble on so that I could shove a entire burger into my mouth before having to transition into Operation: Protect Other Patrons from Flying Foodstuffs. Much to our amazment she ate the entire pickle spear. The whole thing. All of it. And then she started moose-grunting for more.
On the ride home Jon remarked, "I can't believe how fast she pounded that pickle."
Blink.
More blinking.
"That didn't sound right, did it?" he asked.
"Nope."
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Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
- Our fish just died. And I'm sitting here crying. And it wasn't even my fault!
