Sometimes I twitter without thinking first.

Yeah. I quick posted that and then left for the morning and the more I thought about how genius I just was the more I cringed because, really? That could have meant SO many things when really all it meant was what it said. Oliver really, really, really, really, REALLY likes his pacifier dipped in applesauce. It’s euphoric for the kid.

But nooooooo, I had to go and try to be witty and say something about a baby-orgasm which then has you thinking that I’m using “binky” has a euphemism and people, I AM NOT.

Please forgive me.

Amen.