Baby's First Boyfriend

For the past couple of days, NJ has been crawling up to this horse, leaning in slowly and deliberately, opening her mouth and kissing it. Then she leans back, looks at me and (sometimes) smiles, then does it again.

It's just like a recurring nightmare I have, except in the nightmare she's 17 and the stuffed horse is an ex-con with a shaved head and three-fourths of his scalp covered with tattoos.

Outta my way, Dad! You can't keep me away from Brambles! You can't!