today i played on a playground at a restaurant, a chick-fil-a, and not only did i play on that play ground i did so with finnie, a three year old girl named nora and a two year old kid who didn't know his name but had an extremely pungent diaper. he was there with his grandma so i suspect she hadn't checked but his mother had a super surprise when she got that one open. not sure what they were feeding the kid but i'd like to know so that i can steer finnie clear of it. no no you can't have any puppy chow this afternoon, we don't want you to offend, child.
finnie was doing so well with his lemonade that i decided to give it to him in his car seat when we left the chik'n hut. clearly decisions aren't my strong suit because i heard what sounded like a waterfall as i was pulling out onto the freeway access road and adjusted the rear view to see finnie dumping icey lemonade into his lap. and when i took it away he started crying.
crying?
maybe, hopefully, for future's sake he was crying because he was wet and cold and sticky and not because i ruined his fun. yet i feel, because i know him well, that he probably loved it and i ruined his fun. like i do everyday with my 'get out of the toilet' and the ever present 'don't pick up that muddy yogurt lid that's been in the street for two weeks! no! don't put that in your mouth!'
how dare i.
what was best about today tho was after the lemonade and after changing clothes we walked around the block and pointed out all the stop signs and then it was bath time. and, here's the best part, he pooped in the bath. got the towel all poopy and everything. there's truly nothing like a mother's love. not only will she not tell another mother that her kid is poooooopy...she'll dig her own kids poo out of the bathtub with nary a wimper. josh would've puked.
