Is it so wrong that after a long hard day of going full steam, you turn to see your 1 1/2 year old covered in yogurt and carmel dip and you put her on the front step to let the dog lick her off?
I didn't do it.
OK, so maybe I did.
The phone was ringing as I got her off the table that she can climb up on in a moments notice (I'm convinced I had Spiderman's baby) and she started to cry (of course she did, I was taking her from the dip), I looked on caller ID, it was a very important phone call I had to take, I couldn't hear, Jessica was about going into orbit at this point. So in my most pleasant voice, I said,"One minute, please."
The phone is right next to the door. Jessica loves sitting on the front porch and she loves the dog to pieces. Fluffybear loves Jessica to pieces. She loves her even more with food covering her. Then Jessica sat on the porch with me watching and Fluffy bear licking her face and shirt very gently.
Jessica is giggling so hard her eyes are watery. The dog has fufilled her best day ever. I could hear the actual conversation while I was on the phone.
Weren't we all winners in this situation?
"The Only Pigs Left in The Barnyard" Fairchild Farmgirl