Bren: “More poo-poos mama! More poo-poos!”
Me: “Okay.” Dutifully trots off for required items. Maneuvers pregnant self onto floor beside toddler son with a groan (or four). Peeks in corner of diaper. “Bren, there’s no poo-poos!”
Bren: Places hand over mouth in coy manner. “Just joking, Mama!”
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Know what’s good? Eating a banana cm by cm with a spray of whipped cream on each and every bite. Heh.
Actually feeling almost normal right now. Painted with washable poster paints and made an accordian folded paper butterfly with Bren.