Last night I dreamed that Baby Bean was born a pig. And by pig i'm not referring to a little chubby bundle, i'm referring to a pink oinker, with a snout and hooves. (Think Charlotte Web's beloved Wilbur.) It was gross, but I felt that as it's mother I was responsible for taking care of it and trying to love it. I even tried to breastfeed it and have a distinct image of its milky little snout too close for comfort if you catch my drift.
I woke up not a big fan of this guy...
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