Morning hits

"Milk belongs with cereal" -pleads my 3 year old son when confronted with dry cereal.  I know, dear, it's true.

The car is packed, one last thing, almost done..baby in the car seat, here we..uh..oh no..wait, don't cough, no, ok, no, wha...noooo!  Deflated and defeated...I'm late.  Clean the baby and a change of clothes...at least she's smiling.  Set baby aside and clean the car seat.  Vinegar will do.  Put a towel down, add baby.  Still smiling.  On our way.  "She may smell like a pickle, but she's fine."

Pro-"life" woman thinks I'm giving her a thumbs up.