"Who wants to come with Daddy?" This question is usually met with an underwhelming response from my children. Sometimes, Nina will want to come with me but every time we get as far as the van (usually not even that far) she starts crying because, "me miss mommy". So I send her back in and go and do my errands alone. But today was different. We got to the van. I waited for the ritual to kick in. It didn't, so I opened the door and, with mounting surprise, watched her get in, and then was able to buckle her in with no complaints. My heart lifted.
What a nice little story. But you know what? That's really not a very interesting story. Sorry about that. You know what is interesting? A three year old overdosing on vitamins.
OK, ODing may be just a bit of an exaggeration but all Nina did was dig into her grandma's purse, fish out and consume 3 pieces of gum before finding the vitamins and downing a handful. What the hell is it about kids that I am able to make light of a potentially dangerous event (see yesterday too). Anyway, for whatever reason her little snack affected her bowel movements all afternoon. Now, I'm sure you want to hear all the details of how exactly her BMs were affected but that is gross. You should really get a hobby or something. Or at least get a different hobby. Anyway, Jackie likened her bowel movements to those of a tortured 70 year old man. Yes, I am going to ask the obvious question, how the hell does she know what the BMs of a septuagenarian sound like? If you are waiting for the answer then you need to read this paragraph over again starting at the point where I mention that if the details of this sort of thing interest you it is time to take a good long look at your life choices so far and consider some changes.
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