Just like his daddy, who said "Isn't she such a bitch, Finn?" right when we first met. I knew he would do some dousing me with some delousing powder, make me dispel all negativity and put out any cigarettes before getting to hold the little bad Larry. Which made me smell like coffee, antiseptic and bad intentions and then Finn cried. The second time I got to hold him he was wide eyed and calm faced but Mat hadn't had his turn yet and so I had to share, boo.
I made the best baby mix for him ever. Well, two baby mixes.
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