This morning, as I was drinking my coffee, Braden asked if he could smell it. (It's french vanilla decaf and smells pretty yummy). I obliged, and lowered my cup of coffee so he could stick his face over it and get the scent.
As he did, I watched a small stream of drool fall out of his mouth and into the coffee.
When he was done, I raised the cup of coffee back to my lips and continued drinking. I never gave it a second thought. Until now. I guess that's pretty gross.
This is what it means to be a mother.