This evening, while I was combing Benjamin's hair, he told me, "no!" and swatted the comb away. I geared up for a fight, but he simply spit on his hand, rubbed his hand across his hair, and let me finish.
Yay for Mommy Spit! (or Benjamin spit)
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WAY TO GO, BENJAMIN! YOU ARE A BOY AFTER MY OWN HEART AND I BET HIS HAIR LOKKED PERFECT THE WHOLE TIME. CAN'T BEAT THAT GOOD OLE FASHION SPIT. ove you all GGRMM
1 comment:
WAY TO GO, BENJAMIN! YOU ARE A BOY AFTER MY OWN HEART AND I BET HIS HAIR LOKKED PERFECT THE WHOLE TIME. CAN'T BEAT THAT GOOD OLE FASHION SPIT. ove you all GGRMM
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