Sunday, September 2, 2012
You know how you're walking into Target for toothpaste and underpants and animal crackers (because there's a baby in your cart) and eye makeup remover (because your stuff expired three years ago, that's how much you wear mascara) and maybe a Cabbage Patch Baby just in case she needs/wants one and you just see all that great stuff on those shelves and say, "Gotta have it!"?
The other bibs in this package said, "Text Me" and "Call Me Maybe." Something like that.
What we do to our children.
With thanks to Charley for posing so well in exchange for a giraffe and a lion. (Don't tell Mom. But if she asks, there was milk involved.)