August 16, 2012 by admin
It was just a normal afternoon. I was folding laundry and one of my sweet loves wandered over and whispered in my ear:
“Mom would you like a poo bed?”
“A poo bed. A bed that looks like poo.”
-Like real poo?
“No. Not made of poo. But LOOKS like poo.”
-No. I don’t want a bed like that.
And there was no more discussion about poo beds.
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