Side Eye

Her side eye game has always been strong. Shortly after she was born she latched for the first time. Michael, understandably smitten, leaned over my shoulder to peer at this tiny, beautiful person we had created, and she looked up at him with a perfect, narrow eyed side eye as if to say “Keep walking, Daddy Person. This is my milk now.” 

Take note, people. This is how you give the perfect, soul crushing side eye when you are done with Mommy’s shit.