at taylor’s baseball game. mark, zoey and i sit on a big blanket in the grass. my vintage coach messenger bag is within zoey’s reach, so the strap ends up in her mouth.
she slobbers on it for a good ten minutes – awesome, i think…she’s busy.
mark: honey, don’t let her chew on that.
me: why?
mark: the dye may get in her mouth.
me: uuuuuhhhh…this is real leather. it’s coach.
mark: {slaps forehead} they still have to dye the leather, honey. do you think this was made from a brown cow?
me: {i make a duck face, then roll my eyes as i take the strap out of zoey’s mouth} can you pass me the rootbeer?
mom of the year.
You kill me!!! hahahahah
AHAHAHAHAHA. I totally would have let Iris chew on the strap.
I’m with you…I would never have thought of this. And somehow my three wee ones are all grown up now with wee ones of their own.