Remember when the worst thing in the entire world was getting your pacifier taken away? I don’t either, but I suppose it’s better that way. Otherwise, you’d also be able to remember what it feels like to poop your pants.
Then again – some of us were 11 and lost at a ski resort the last time that happened…
See? It could be worse.
Monday is like a big fat poopy diaper, but eventually, we get a nice clean new one.
Hang tight, peeps.
*Photo is courtesy of the lovely yet mischievous offspring of my dear friend Meagan. I just wanted to point out he is not normally so utterly pissed off. His mom had just taken his “toy” (cell phone) away when I snapped this. Mean Mommy! 😉