Last week Don was out of town on business. He came home with this cat puppet for AJ, which he initially referred to by the brand on its tag, but eventually christened "Aguirre," based on my mother's facetious claim that my first words were "Aguirre, wrath of God" (the "wrath of God" part, she concedes, was somewhat garbled).
Anyway, Aguirre likes to sing little songs, apparently.
On a related note, I tasted breast milk that had gone off this morning, and it definitely made me sad. It was reassuring to know that there was absolutely no question about it, at least.
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