Yesterday afternoon, the kitchen.

We sized the Snugli for Eric and Lucy, and he was carrying her around the house in it: he in jeans, a white t-shirt and the carrier, with Lucy’s tiny, purple-clad legs dangling down his chest.

"Now the real question is, can I airbrush with this?" he asked, a hand on his hip.

Not yet, Love. Lets wait until she’s old enough to wear a ventillation mask, ok?

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