Bubba and I had a rough evening. I have had a headache and nausea for days, and she has a cough, runny nose and a good dose of the whinges. Not a great combination.
At one point she was crying and I was giving her a cuddle trying to console her.
When she pulled her head away from me, she realised my sweater was wet because of her tears.
Look mumma, I spill on you.
That put a smile on my face.
It’s so much fun to live through her learning how to communicate. You know, except when it’s not. Then we just both end up spilling.