Dear Caden,
I take you out of the car seat and place you on the ground in the garage. CRUNCH. You lift up your left leg and see the squished goldfish cracker. I know what you are thinking. I'm getting deja vu...I beg and I plead with you...please don't. I'm too late, you quickly get on all fours and ceremoniously lick up the crumbled cracker. Every. Single. Last. Piece. I sigh, step over the the trail of saliva left by your tongue, pick you up and you give me a crooked grin. Gross.
Love,
Mommy
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