While playing on the bed with Beckett, I tried to explain to him that I don’t like to play quite as rough as Basil.

“Beckett, Mommy likes to play soft and sweet, and not so rough and tumble like piledriving your knee into my stomach.”

His reply: “Well, spit is soft!”

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