Dear Mom,
Day before yesterday, Ron had taken the dogs for an 8-mile walk at Shelby Park, and Meret and I were at home with the inspector. Meret turned her head as I was burping her so that she could aim her barf right into my cleavage. And there was a lot of barf. After I sopped up the mess with the burp cloth, I held her away from me so I could prepare to put her down to go change my shirt. Imagine my amazement when I realized that she had succeeded in getting it all into the front of my bra–without a single drop on my shirt! Who knew a baby could be so gross and so talented?
Love,
Ruth
