Our daughter... good Lord she is something else.
Someone gave her a knit sweater for Christmas...
It started out with two little pom pommy things on it at the beginning of our quick, 10 minute car ride last night...
And ended with one pom pom on the sweater, and the other being puhh, puhh, puhhhfffed out of my daughter's mouth.... BECAUSE SHE ATE IT.
She ate yarn.
When I opened the door to take her out of her car seat, and she looked at me with those big brown eyes and a piece of yarn hanging out of her mouth...
I gasped and was all: "Oh My God. You didn't."
And Lovebug was like: "Oh yes she did Mom."
Girlfriend looked from her brother, to me, and back again... before opening her mouth and pulling out a hunk of yarn and putting it into my hand.
Nothing says, "Motherhood," like something chewed and non-edible in the palm of your hand.