I’m being harassed by a large 16month old boy named Finn. He’s on a rampage and Toby and I are his targets.
I keep thinking he’s coming over to get a hug/kiss/tickle/snuggle/comfort, then I get a boob punch, my hair tugged, a smack in the mouth or dives on top of me.
Why doesn’t he understand that my boobs feel like bruised concrete? (yes it’s a thing)
Now he’s sprawled next to me, obviously worn out from being cray. Stay there crazy animal child.
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