A conversation I overheard today:
Mustang (after being told she could not abscond with the baby and our freezer supply of milk): I don’t want to leave tomorrow. Maybe I should go to the baby store and see if they have a doll that is warm, snuggles, and farts and growls a lot.
B: Why don’t you just dress Commish in a onesie?
Mustang (thinks for a second): Nope. He’s too bony.