I noticed in bed the other night that Wes’s back was bleeding from a scratch. To keep the blood from getting on the bed sheet, I licked my finger and tried to dab it away before he climbed out of bed to get a “Scooby” (yes, our Band Aids are of the Scooby Doo variety).
“It’s not magic spit yet,” said Wes. “You have to be a mom first.”
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