This morning as I went about the morning routine, I felt accomplished-almost like supermom as it only took me 5 mins versus the normal 15 to get the monster out of bed. He only screamed “not yet” once and missed my face by a whole inch when he kicked…yes, it was the start to an amazing day; watch out kids momma’s got her red cape on
As I gathered his clothes and took them into the living room to get him dressed he stopped in the hall way
Max: Mom come here, fast
Me: No Max come on we need to get dressed
Max: Mom it’s an emergency someone pooped in the hallway
Me: Max that is mud off of your dads work boots, not poop
Max (down on all fours looking at the mud) Poop would have been cooler!
For some reason our conversations always seems to circulate around poop and farts, oh well welcome to the world of a 3-year-old boy