(Or Mickey Rourke?) So it’s only olive oil up on there, to help with her cradle cap. But I think she wears the grunge coiff and the paparazzi-friendly attitude quite well.
Second bananna. Also ran. Lesser than. Opening act. Not-mama. Chopped Liver. Chopped Liver is what I have been so often since this whole parenting journey began that in our household, the words are shortened to a hand signal. The letters “C” and “L” shaped in the air by my thumb