Why she'll need therapy sessions

So last night, I got The Monster home, and I let her crawl around the house a little bit before it was time for her supper. I warmed her bottle then went and sat on the couch.

She was eating fine… happy as can be.

Until I decided to be slightly sadist and take the bottle out of my daughter’s mouth with the intention of making her cry so I could get a picture of her tooth.

I’m sure she’ll forgive me one day. And maybe not long after that forgiveness, she’ll be glad I documented the moment.

Until then, however, Daddy is her favorite person.