Stripping down to his underwear and lowering his bediapered ass on Mommy’s face, Dmitry seeeeeeems to be calming down a little and being more amenable to cuddling. He always knows when Mommy isn’t feeling well by carefully, lovingly, caressingly driving his heels into her chest and chin.
And chewing on her hair. She washes a LOT of spit out of her hair.
NO NOT MY COMPUTER ARG I JUST GOT THIS THING BACK.
Okay, he has now somehow wedged himself UNDERNEATH me on the couch.