Got into my car this morning to find the diaper from yesterday's road trip still there in all its glory. Then Day Care called to tell me that BB wasn't herself and was coughing a lot. We were due for an ear-infection follow-up anyway, so I took her to the doctor's. She snoozed in the car and I had some time to kill so-- and here's where the shame spiral really takes off-- I pull into McDonalds and order the #9. That's 6 pieces of fried chicken meat, fries and a soda. Now my car smells like Fast Food Diapers.
And to think, I almost won a million dollars in the country's premiere culinary contest.
My friend's daughter entered a kid's contest and has a very nice essay and picture that deserves votes. You should go here and vote for "Slide into the Ocean." You have to scroll through at least one page, but there is a nice picture of whales, dolphins and a submarine as a reward.
As you can see above, BB (wearing a hat and with her friend from the Mommy Date) is not at the writing stage. She is still eating swings.
2 comments:
"eating swings"....is that with or without salt?
The natural flavor is so extraordinary-- sweat, other babies' diaper cream-- that no salt is needed. The wood chips in the playlot however, that's a different story.
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