There are times, as a mom, when I feel like I'm doing a pretty great job. Like earlier today, when I sat Lucy down to a lunch of homemade whole-wheat pita bread, fresh from the garden tomatoes, and organic mozzerella cheese. Those moments make me feel pretty darn good.
But then I have moments like I did a few minutes ago, when I look up from the computer and LUCY IS EATING HER OWN POOP. POOP, people. Straight from the diaper. There are no words. I have no words.
Lucy, however, summed it up quite nicely with an emphatic yet understated "GOES". (gross, to those of you who don't speak Lucy).
Yes. Goes, indeed.