Up to my elbows in cutting up melons and berries for fruit salad (go me! Feeling like "Wonder Mom" who actually got fresh produce in her kid's mouth... today at least) but wait, is it a bird? is it a plane? No, it's Super H approaching me to say
Ugh, really? Why does he always get into these situations when I'm doing something that requires me to not hover over him like Harold from Thomas the Tank Engine - oh my, must work on my metaphors into a more adult relevance.
Once I go into the bathroom I am pleasantly surprised that it is not poo, but dog barf. Easily cleaned up and without the smell. Yeah, you know you're a mom where you have real life "Would You Rather..." decisions and feel like you got off easy cleaning up dog puke.
Uh oh, why is Jackalope so quiet? Here we go...
Welcome to the blog-o-sphere!! You are as hilarious online as you are in real life! PS My family likes to point out the cat yak and walk away. All of them. "Cat yak." "Cat yak." "Cat yuckies."
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