Dear Loinfruit,

You're a cutie.  

Really, you are.  

 

Your sweet hugs and sticky kisses are the fuel that keeps me going on the days when I find myself channeling Roseanne instead of Martha.

Seriously.  You've got redeeming qualities.  In spades.

And that's a good thing. Really.  But there's something I need to tell you, Little One, with all of the mother-love that swells my heart.

Stop. Touching. My flippin'. Camera.

Love,

Mommy