Today Oliver and I went to the grocery store, Woodman's, after dropping Mom off at work. I needed some olive oil for tomato sauce, and some pipe tobacco.
As I was checking out, Phil Woodman himself came walking by, we struck up a conversation, and he asks to hold Oliver. Of course, I say.
Oliver covered him in spitup. A full stomach's worth of chunky mom-milk. He just laughed.
I like Phil Woodman.
As I was checking out, Phil Woodman himself came walking by, we struck up a conversation, and he asks to hold Oliver. Of course, I say.
Oliver covered him in spitup. A full stomach's worth of chunky mom-milk. He just laughed.
I like Phil Woodman.