Confession

Sometimes I pull on Finley's toes to bug her. To hear her angry cry. Because it's so damn cute.

Sorry, Fin. It's either that or I dip your thighs in barbecue sauce and eat them. And then Grandma and Hannah would come home from work and want to hold you, and I'd have to say, "Sorry. Her thighs were so cute that, um, I ate her. I ate the baby." And then they'd be mad.

And they don't have cute angry cries.