So I knew we needed fruit. And orange juice, which the kids have every morning, since they need the calcium. And some chocolate for me. And YES I DAMN WELL NEEDED IT.
So anyway, off I go to the store. With Tattoo, who seems to be quite the night owl. I brought home the fruit and the chocolate and the orange juice, and just gave G a heads up that I hope he doesn't skeeve his youngest.
See, the nectarines were right at the perfect baby-grabbing height. And as I'd grab one to place in the bag, she'd grab one. And lick it. Now, obviously, I can't put one back that she LICKED, so I put that one in the bag, would grab another one, and sure enough, she'd be licking another one.
Yes, I COULD have moved the cart away, but the stupid strap was broken and I was too darn tired to move my bag and the cart seat cover and the baby to a new cart once I saw the broken latch.
Nectarines with an extra kiss by Tattoo. Let's hope none of the kids offer them to friends.
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