Whenever I feed Reilly, I find myself opening my mouth in anticipation of her doing the same. I don’t believe in any sort of interpersonal mind-control, but for some reason, when I open my mouth, I expect Reilly’s mouth to stretch open as well.
I don’t know if this is a leftover vestige from my own childhood or some sort of reflex. I do know that I must look like a moron with my mouth gaping open as I feed Reilly. But unless I really focus on keeping my mouth sealed shut, my choppers open every time the airplane lifts off.
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