Aug
29
Recoil
by Leslie
Just because I predicted it yesterday doesn’t mean I was prepared.
Today, Julia threw my toothbrush in the toilet, ate half of a yellow crayon, chewed on the zucchini I purchased for tomorrow’s dinner (Mediterranean Strata), and pooped on the floor somewhere between getting her out of the bathtub and trying to get her dressed.
Exasperated, I asked her, “What is with you today?”
“I’m 2-years-old!”
“Yeah, you are.”

















