October 17th, 2006
Fledglings 3
Yesterday, Shep picked up the Fledglings 3 at daycare so that I could do a double loop around the lake. Upon arriving, he found a confused, slightly contrite and mostly nekkid Winston holding up a black plastic trashbag in which her clothes had been stashed after she had an explosively large poop.
He snapped a couple of the three of them together. Poor little Winston. I don’t think she understood why she was wearing some other kid’s shirt and why she was holding a bag with contents most foul.
October 18th, 2006 at 10:14 am
Oh my. You are so freakin’ lucky. I know it must be hard work. It must be. But that is just so priceless. What a sweet thing with that bag–so sweet and innocent. Your kids are adorable.
October 19th, 2006 at 11:13 am
Awwwww. Poor little thing. Tell her that her auntie loves her. After all, what’s the odd poop between friends?
October 19th, 2006 at 12:15 pm
I passed your message along, and she responded, “Poor me indeed. Poor Auntie. Did she survive the Grandpa visit?”
October 19th, 2006 at 1:28 pm
Yes. It wasn’t too bad, although we had some iffy moments at the retreat. Poor Daddy. He’s so sad and lonely and suddenly, surprisingly aware of how he comes off to people. He just doesn’t know how else to behave.