For some reason, I’ve felt tired and a tad down today.
Anne, noticing my lowered countenance, said, “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m just feeling a little sad.”
“Well, come here, I can make you feel better.”
Leaning down, I expected her to kiss me or tell me something sweet, but instead she said… “Mommy, your head is made out of poopy.”
I burst out laughing, and she said, “I told you I could make you feel better!”