This morning:
While walking by Henry's room to go make breakfast, I glance in, see Henry in underpants and a shirt reading a book on the floor. I also think I see poop squished in the carpet.
Me: Oh my God! Is that poop on the floor behind you?!?
Henry: (not even looking up) What? Where?
Me: (walking into the room, looking closer) There, behind you, in the rug...(sigh of relief) Oh, never mind, it's just a letter.
Henry: (turning around, looking at the floor, searching) What letter is it?
Me: (still just relieved it's not poop) I think it's the letter J.
Henry: oooh! OK. (goes back to reading, because J is not a favorite letter)
As I walk out, I hear Bret laughing, and only then realize that this scenario is kind of crazy. Well, crazy anywhere but our house.
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Musings of a mother and former radical lawyer, who's very busy working it all out.
Radical Mama
- Radical Mama
- Gainesville, FL, United States
- Radical Mama: I'm a full-time mama, a non-practicing civil rights attorney, a knitter, a reader, and sometimes-writer. I have two boys: Henry and Toby. Both have quirks and unique needs, but are sweet, hilarious, smart, and so rad.
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