Great--Now we don't need a dog.

I was holding Kian after he fell asleep for a mid-afternoon nap when I noticed that he had tiny brown dots on his onesie that were clearly the result of his Father snacking on chocolate while holding him earlier in the day.


"Look Angie, Kian has spots!" I said while contemplating the injustice of my husband eating chocolate on my birthday when I cannot.


"Oh no!" Angie cried, peering closely. "Now he's a Dalmatian!"