Nothing a baby wipe can't take care of
My sister's Beagle, Bo, who is staying with us for the next few days, he has walked underneath the kitchen table and is patiently standing by Leta's dangling legs, hoping she drops a goldfish cracker.
Leta: "Mama, Bo is looking at me."
Me: "He's just looking for a treat. Don't worry about Bo."
Leta: "But he's looking at me."
Me: "Bo is allowed to look at you."
Leta: "I DON'T WANT BO TO LOOK AT ME!"
Me: "Oh my god, you cannot be serious."
Leta: "HE'S STILL LOOKING AT ME!"
Me: "Leta, you need--"
Leta: "BO IS LOOOOOOKING AT MEEEEEEEE!"
And right then, I swear I'm not even making this up, my whole brain, it popped right out of my skull, landed on the kitchen floor, and bounced like a tennis ball.
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Heather talks about overcoming depression on today's Momversation.
- Leta: "STOP FOLLOWING ME, COCO!"
I wonder where she picked up that exclamation.
- Me: "Hey Marlo, here's a vibrantly colored, squeaky toy made specifically for your age group!"
Marlo: "Got any knives?"
- @makeandtakes my pleasure! Had a great time with you guys!
