Thursday, December 13, 2012

Email to my husband

I just sent the following email to Jeremy.

Oh how life has changed.

I took a close look at the droplets on the ceiling of Mollie's room today and confirmed the worst. It is, in fact, poop. Projectile poop. We most remedy this situation immediately. And by we, I mean you. There is poop on the ceiling in our daughter's room. It has been there for weeks.

We are officially parents.



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