Remember those old jokes – What’s grosser than gross?
I’ve got a new one.
What’s grosser than gross?
When your baby spits up down your v-neck shirt leaving a literal puddle of spit-up in your bra.
Say it with me – Ewwww! Yep, glad I didn’t bother showering today!
What’s grosser than that?
When you know you probably won’t get a chance to shower until later tonight at the earliest.
And on the topic of liquids coming out of babies’ mouths, I was holding Julian up on the couch with me while Ava played with him as she sat on the floor. All of a sudden she gets up to go get a burp cloth and says, “Julian drooled in my eye.”
Be thankful it was only drool, honey.
Stumble it!
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