What was I saying, not two days ago, about unconditional love? This morning, in a poop-n-pukefest, the boys put that love to the test. Both boys.
While my oatmeal sat cooling on the table, Barney ran through the house doing the heinie-scootch, unsuccessfully trying to smear off a poopsickle from his backside.
As I was chasing him to clean up, Bugs began to hork his breakfast. In four installments. Once in East Bed, twice on the floor in an axis to West Bed, and once in West Bed.
Unconditional love, anyone?
The post I had planned next – the boys sampling Kim’s Chateau Dryden Special Reserve Nipatini – will have to wait.