My Warrior Baby faced-off with a Baby Cheetah today.
Was more of a Sprigling meet Cubling moment. You know… one of those lovely babyscented snuffly wide-eyed tenderwonderment sorta moments that ended in a droolmattedfakefur wrestle 🙂
But later, Sprig DID, with racing heart and shallow breath, crawl upon a worthy battle opponent…
… a WHOLE boxful of combative white rustly tissue! Ripe for rolling around in. And shredding. And munching 🙂
And when the mulch was swept away, the spittle cleaned, the Warrior Baby checked for battlewounds – there was still…
The Victory Salute.
*Diesse et mon droit! Goddess and my right! * … her gurgled battle cry 🙂 xox