I got in a relatively good mood given how bad my weekend was. It was a Monday and Dad was working from home, so I knew there wasn’t going to be any pre-school today (and I probably wasn’t really up for it). I ate breakfast with Dad and I ate pretty well. We played together and then I was getting really excited for Nana to come over, so I went to the door and said “Nana!”
Dad opened the door for me and I did some yoga waiting for her to come. We played all morning, with the usual reading and other fun. The day was pretty uneventful except that one of the times Dad came upstairs to play with me during the day, I had a “diaper malfunction” that resulted in my poop leaking through:
- My diaper
- My pants
- Dad’s shirt
- Dad’s shorts
- Dad’s underwear
And all the way to his skin! You can imagine the process that went into cleaning that up. Dad ended up taking a shower.
By the time the day ended I wasn’t feeling great, but I wasn’t feeling terrible, either.
Last year I learned how to shriek!
margaretyagan 
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