Morning Breath

A few days ago, Rich left early and the kids crawled into bed with me.

Cannon on one side, Maeve on the other, dog at the foot of the bed...it was full.

Maeve snuggled in, and then says to me (and I quote), "Mommy. Stinky. Stinky like poop."

Uhm, apparently my breath was pretty bad that morning.