This morning, I was having trouble getting out of the house. I was moving slowly, uninspired to start the long workday ahead. I skewered my eye with a mascara wand. I tried to impale my shin on one of our kitchen stools.
I was lamenting my woes (read: whining), when soulful Zozo ambled over, licked my toe, and said:
“Mama, sometimes you’re the poop, and sometimes you’re the bag.”
…and then he walked away to eviscerate a dinosaur plushie.
Happy Friday all.