Every day Archer and I take a shower together. It's one of my
favorite times of the day. We read bath books and I sing terribly loud
while building us hair mohawks out of shampoo suds. And sometimes, when
it's late, Archer falls asleep on my chest as the hot water rains down
upon us and we sit there until we become shriveled prunes.
Obviously, as a mother of an almost-two-at-the-end-of-May-year-old,
I have been pooped and peed on my share of times. And obviously as a
mother-of-two-five-year-old-dogs-that-I've-had-since-they-were-puppies,
I've picked up my share of poop. In fact, I can guarantee that I've
picked up literally thousands of poops. THOUSANDS. (Holy shit!)
...But l'm pretty sure that last week was the first time I have ever been handed a piece of poop as a present.
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