I've never before been at the checkout of a store without a way to pay for my already bagged and scanned items. Well, never before tonight. The sleep deprivation has taken it's toll. I think the wet hair from my 6pm shower didn't help with the embarrassment. Maybe the cashier noticed the formula I was buying and put two and two together, I don't know. When I ran into the house to grab my forgotten debit card, my old enough to go to preschool but not old enough to control his bodily functions three year old son came up the stairs from the basement with poop in his underwear. Bahhumbug.
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bless your heart. it happens to the best of us. plus, you already know, but I feel your pain in the potty training area. bah!
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