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So, I’m working along while the baby is playing where I can’t see her. What? That’s not okay?

Let me be honest. I was gossiping with Kate on the phone.

One thing I love about babies this age is they tell on themselves. So out she comes and she say’s, “aahhh!!” Which means, “I want a bite of what you are eating,” or, “I am eating something.”

So I snap, “what’s in your mouth?” because for the first time today, I’m  not eating something. ‘Cause you know, I was having an important conference call.

Flash to the baby running away. Laughing, with food in her mouth.

Dog food.

So I’m trying to pry her mouth open while maintaining this conversation. But her little jaw is on lockdown!! I manage to get a small wet little crumble out.

Baby, laughing.

Me, “ewwwwe! I mean, that doesn’t even taste good! I’m guessing anyway!” Hysteria on the other end of the phone. Classic Kate and Laine.

So I go and pick up the dog dish, and she goes over to the refrigerator, leans down, looks under and says, “uh oh!” Which means the original piece of corn and mixed I-don’t-even-know-what came from under the refrigerator.

I can’t even go there. Hopefully it’s all gone.

So we go pick up the boy from school. It’s raining. I buckle the baby in and drive off.

A voce from the backseat yells, “OMG, I’m unbuckled!” And I yell, while flying into the pre-K parking lot, “OMG, I TOTALLY meant to lean back and buckle you!”

“Mom, you are an illegal maker!”

Word.