One of the big girls must have handed Havanna an unopened, frozen gogurt during snack time. I noticed she had one, and my thought was that the cold tube must feel nice on her little teeth. I did not think, however. that those little teeth would break through the wrapping and make a nice, slimy mess on my just mopped floor. Once I noticed that, of course, I still just kept cooking dinner. Cleaning a mess is much easier than calming a screaming baby. If she's happy, I'm happy.
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