Yeah that’s what I do. Or use the corner of my shirt. If it’s an old T-shirt or something. Kinda gross but sometimes you gotta take the opportunity when it presents itself.
I was telling my friend the other day how I always said I never wanted kids. Yet I still ended up covered in boogers, cleaning up puke, and handling someone else’s poop.
The same way that I’ve ended up becoming an occasional rag for our baby to wipe her snout on in between mouthfuls of her mash, gotten wet stains from her frisking me for snacks (No, that’s not a carrot and you can’t eat it) or rejoice at the sight of healthy, solid horse apples that are easier to scoop up than trying to sweep up dried patties.
We adopted something cute and ended up adopting the gross right along with it.
Yeah that’s what I do. Or use the corner of my shirt. If it’s an old T-shirt or something. Kinda gross but sometimes you gotta take the opportunity when it presents itself.
I was telling my friend the other day how I always said I never wanted kids. Yet I still ended up covered in boogers, cleaning up puke, and handling someone else’s poop.
How did this happen ?
The same way that I’ve ended up becoming an occasional rag for our baby to wipe her snout on in between mouthfuls of her mash, gotten wet stains from her frisking me for snacks (No, that’s not a carrot and you can’t eat it) or rejoice at the sight of healthy, solid horse apples that are easier to scoop up than trying to sweep up dried patties.
We adopted something cute and ended up adopting the gross right along with it.
And I’d do it again.