We're sitting on the sofa. I'm holding J.
Me: (to W, sitting nearby) Where's the muslin? He's drooling again.
W: Got to get used to that.
Me: I am actually. (wiping it away, then looking down) Oh, he's been sick on my hand. How long's that been there? When did that happen?
W: I think that's the definition of parenthood right there.
Me: Did we just stop noticing?
W: It's not that. It's just that we take it all in our stride now.
I'm sure there are plenty more things to get used to.
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