This is a picture of some scudge. The scudge is on the knee of my pants. The scudge is on the knee of my pants because I wiped it off the nipple of Arden's bottle. The scudge was on Arden's bottle because she had been eating arrowroot cookies and drinking from the bottle at the same time. This scudge is pre-chewed. The pre-chewed scudge is also on the knee of my pants because, when we left my parents cottage today to visit friends who are about a 45mins drive away I forgot to pack Arden's bottle – an omission I realized about 15mins into our trip – at which point we turned the car around, headed back to my parent's cottage and I ran inside, grabbed the first bottle I saw beside the sink, along with the sunblock and baby wipes that I had also forgotten to pack, and ran back outside to the car so that we could get going, again, and not be any latter visiting out friends. At no point did I wash the bottle before giving it to the baby. Didn't wipe it with a baby wipe either. Just used my finger to scrape off the scudge. I figure that she can thank me for her robust immune system later.
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