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.