Why is it that, when Bear can’t even brush my leg with his feet without me recoiling in horror, I somehow can’t seem to keep these little toes out of my mouth. It’s a mystery to me.
Year of Pleasures #14
August 8, 2008
Motherhood and other creative adventures
Why is it that, when Bear can’t even brush my leg with his feet without me recoiling in horror, I somehow can’t seem to keep these little toes out of my mouth. It’s a mystery to me.