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.