John calls me on his way to work this morning, and we have the following conversation:
John: "Hey. I just read your blog."
Me: "Aw. You're so sweet. I thought only my mom and I read this blog. Now I can officially up my readership to three people."
John: "Yeah. I thought it was really good."
Me: "You did?! Which part?"
John: "All of it. Except for the part where you made it sound like our daughter ate poop."
Me: Well, we don't know that she didn't.
John: Of course she didn't! She's a little angel. She would NEVER do something gross like that.
Me: Whatever, you know you probably ate your own boogers or worse as a child.
John: No way, but you totally did.
(See how mature our relationship is? I know. We're a total inspiration.)
Sherri: Of course I didn't! I was a little angel. I would NEVER have done something gross like that.
Disclaimer: I honestly cannot say with 100% certainty that AG ate her own poop. (Although, as a person with at least some degree of common sense, I can look at the evidence and draw a logical conclusion.) I would like to think positive and believe that she didn't. Just like I would like to believe that a brand-new Mac computer would just show up on my doorstep. For free. But, since I live in the real world (you know, the one where toddlers put everything in their mouths), AND since I have a tendency to be Debbie Downer-ish when it comes to things kids are capable of doing, I felt that a good google on the poop-eating subject would be beneficial.
I certainly didn't mean to imply that she definitely ate her own poop.
Except that I sort of did.
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