After changing oh, I don’t know, the gazillionth explosive diaper in one day (the baby has transformed into the Poopenator), my 4-year-old kindly pats me on the back and says, “Mommy, I’m so sorry you have to deal with so much grossness.”
Thankfully, I get to deal with a lot of sweetness, too.
Native American Momma says
that is the best!