Monday, September 03, 2007

For the Love of Mommy

Oh how it stirs my heart to walk into a room and have my youngest crawl toward me. He reaches my feet and looks up with arms outstretched. A pitiful cry is uttered as I stoop down and pick him up. It is then that I notice the odorous vapors wafting from his backside. Does he love me only because I can put clean pants on his tush?

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