Logan was lying on the end of the bed and Ashley had just placed the second guinea pig on his chest and left the room. The guinea pigs wiggled and squirmed as the vied for position. As each guinea pig settled into his spot, one ended up facing Logan and the other one did not.
“Mom,” Logan said, in a low drawn out whisper, clearly wanting help and pointing frantically at Pepper.
“[So] you have a butt in your face,” she said, clearly not impressed.
“Welcome to parenthood,” I added.
If you are going to cry for help every time someone (or something) sticks a butt in your face, you’re not ready to be a parent. Just be grateful that it was clean and inactive.
- 4 January 2018
No comments:
Post a Comment