Sorry to post yet again
about bodily functions -- I won't do it again for a while -- but with
little'uns it's kind of hard to avoid. My apologies, also, to future
Elsa. I have visions of her coming home from school on her
compost-powered hoverboard, in tears, having just seen this post
broadcasted on the web-browser blackboard in her homeroom by some mean,
popular hacker-girl trying to sabotage Elsa's chances at winning class
president. "Mom, you told the entire world about my elimination habits
15 years ago on one of those "plog" things? What's WRONG with you? Now
no one will want to go to the prom with me!" (Because some things will
never change...)
Of course, the long-term
effects of this blog on my children and their prom date prospects are a
whole other can of worms, which I will surely open and examine here
sometime, but not today. Today, let's talk about #2. And how lately,
Elsa seems quite upset by the whole business of doing her business.
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