Sometimes, I think all I see are hind ends.
Like the summons I got this week to wipe a 4-year-old butt because, “Mah-ahm! There’s too much poo-oop!”
“Thank you,” I said when we were through. “I appreciate that you told me before there was a big mess.”
My preschooler looked me in the eye and said, “It was my pleasure, Mom.”
No, no. The pleasure was all mine, Cai.
Sometimes, I think all I see are hind ends. Then I wonder if I’m only lookin’ down. Dwelling on the crap.
That’s not who I want to be.
So I look up.
Yep. It’s a land full of butt traffic with no respite in sight.
Just wanted to share my perspective. You’re welcome.
Have a terrific weekend.
From our butts to yours,