Every morning, while I wash off the sleepy, LittleOne makes it his mission to invade my personal space. Hopping on to me (well, trying), racing me to the bathroom, screaming at me, eating my hair (hence the annoying bang strands) weaving in and out of my supplies on the bathroom vanity, and in total way of my morning duties and beauty regimen (har har)...
However, no matter how late I'm running behind, what side of the bed I woke up on, or how not in the mood I am for fur in my face...I never push him away. I love his little hugs, cute-widdo meow voice, neck digs and hair pulling and munching. And all while I attempt to apply blush and mascara.
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