Just now. Moments ago. My child. My youngest. My daughter. Pooped. In. The. Potty. We danced, we shouted, we high-fived. She earned an entire roll of Smarties for the effort. I think… I’m having a moment… *wipes tear* (don’t go selling your Huggies stock just yet, though)
…when you can hear the Jaws theme coming from the bathroom (where there is a five year old ‘land shark’ in the tub)?
Missing: One pair of New Balance boys tennis shoes. Size five. Last seen: on my boy’s feet Friday afternoon on the way home from school. We have scoured this house backward and forward, top to bottom. They are nowhere to be found. He wore Yu-gi-Oh sandals to church this morning. Not that he minded. Would […]