Friday, November 7, 2008

Bibs: they're not just for lobster dinners


Sometimes (okay, all the time) I smile at mommy and daddy while they are feeding me. They love it when I give them big toothless grins, but this causes some milk to dribble down my face. Thankfully, I have lots of bibs to catch the runaway milk so it won't get stuck in my neck folds or dirty up my outfit. That's why, today, I'm thankful for bibs, like the "babysaurus" bib I'm wearing here.