Your husband's a riot. Now that's a strong bond. It reminds me of something I did when my kids were little. Our youngest two are only ten months apart. Our first two are adopted and while waiting for the second one to arrive from Korea, I got pregnant. Okay, so I was feeding the youngest two for months. Adopted daughter was bottle fed, birth son was nursed. One night I sat with my daughter in the rocking chair in her room before bedtime all ready to feed. I pulled up my shirt and realized it was the wrong child. I had to call hubby to get me her bottle from the kitchen. OOPS.
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