Baby's in the Basement

Baby (that's me) with her wannabe-blonde hair is in the basement, but at least fos isn't feasting. Not on me anyway.
Of course, that's cuz fos is making me work: I'm cleaning his teeth, both sets! for Monday, and I think it's only because I've been working (keeping my nose to the incisors) that I've largely avoid his spit, oh the venomous.
Poor slaves!
Poor slaves!
Baby has to get the onions tomorrow, or fos will be sure to gnaw on my fingers.