So the other day, after I finished feeding Taylor, I decided to put some laundry away in our bedroom. Accordingly, I gave Taylor to Eric to burp, cuddle, etc.
These are the things I heard Eric say to Taylor over the course of the next 15 minutes, in order:
"Eww, you sneezed right on my NECK!"
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"Oh... the old 'burp-right-into-my-MOUTH-while-I'm-trying-to-love-on-you' trick."
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"Ahh! Why are you trying to RE-EAT that!? That's throw-up, Taylor! We're not birds, ya know!?"
Of course, I neglected to intervene during any of these episodes and silently giggled to myself from the other room. I must say, I have not had any of these above problems with the tiny angel in the manner in which Eric was encountering them, so I'm not sure what Eric is doing experience all these bodily fluids in such a short expanse of time, but it does give my life some comedic relief.
Later that night, Taylor was laughing in her sleep and I can't help but think she was reliving all the jokes she played on her daddy earlier that day.
