For putting my baby’s diaper on backwards in the middle of the night and being too tired to fix it.
Forgive me for obsessively picking the boogers out of your nose.
Give my child a toy that makes noise. May you contract a flesh eating disease and have your guts devoured by locusts. LOUD locusts.
Who is that with Jeremy?
My labor story as illustrated by the lovely, the inimitable, the couldn’t possibly be any more talented Claire Robertson.