Toddler in the airport this morning randomly squawked while her mom wrestled with an inordinate amount of travel/baby gear. (I swear, they had enough gear for 13 babies.)
My bottom hurts
Did you poop?
Baby (quickly looks back at her booty):
Nope! (then squawks again loudly)
OK. I will fix it. First let me fold this stroller.
Sometimes I miss having a baby in the house, others I don’t. This scenario made me feel both all at once. Babies are like having a little drunk man in the house 24/7. Both the good and the bad parts.