I asked DH to make DS a bottle while I got him ready for bed. We had been at the neighbours for a party, so it was a later bedtime than normal. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Can you make him his bottle, please?
Him: okay.... (30 seconds later)... There aren't any clean bottles!
Me: .... Then Clean them!!!
Like really? What did he want me to do? Stop washing the kid's face and walk to the kitchen to clean the bottle out. I feel like Liza and he was Dear Henry.
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