Posts Tagged ‘Fine.’
Fine. I’ll do it myself.
To escape from the injection-molded foam maws of the Bumbo, Jonas will fuss until I lift him out of there. This time, non-plussed by the speed at which I was removing him from the Bumbo, he started to try to lift himself out by the shirt. [The exertion caused him to spit up in the process.]
Video Rating: 4 / 5