We recently learned something about Lola's spit-up: Oscar loves it. She could be in another room and spit up, and he'll make a bee line for her chin, onesie, burp rag, the carpet, stuffed animal, my clothes... whatever the spit-up lands on, he's on it. Now, Daddy (aka Matt), on the other hand, doesn't really care for the taste of Lola's spit-up - and he knows all too well what it tastes like, as she spit up directly in his mouth this week. I suppose that's what he gets for holding her in the air and "playing rough" with her right after she ate.
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LOL. Gotta love dogs.
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