feathers

I was trying to feed my darling baby and fluffing the feathers on the back of her head, when Squísh came marching in with a pair of sunglasses. It was just fine until that three year old stink started offering and then stealing the glasses from my baby whilst squeezing her hands "because they're sooooft!" And just like that Em wasn't so much interested in milk anymore. 

I sure do love that three year old stink. Happy Monday.