This weekend, I was bitten, pooped on, my arm was used as a bath-time escape hatch, and I was soaked in Aveeno Baby soap. Thanks, Vlad. He also pooped IN the bath. Twice.
And I STILL like him.
Is this what parenthood is like?
(Probably not. First of all, because an angry/upset hedgehog only makes itself more adorable and funny, and an angry/upset baby makes itself louder and more obnoxious. And I can't put a baby in a cage with some cat food, a water bottle, some PVC tubes and an exercise wheel and expect it to entertain itself for 10+ hours.)