In honor of my Boy, who was born 11 years ago today, at 5:23 in the morning, I share this precious moment from my mothering.
From the infancy of the Spicy Child, given to The Boy:
“Don’t lick the baby.”
“Because we don’t use actual spit to make spit curls.”
“I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense. We still don’t lick the baby’s hair.”