I know in an earlier post I basked in my daughter's glow of her first poop in the pot, but we didn't turn it into some kind of conquest of Everest or anything.
But yes, a couple of weeks back as my 3 year old and I arrived for her daily day-care shenanigans, we were beset by a sea of folding chairs, replete with a cacophony of parents and grandmas grappling with cameras and jostling for just the right position to capture the moment of joy capping the tot's mastery of SHOWING UP FOR SCHOOL.
Good God, what's next? A gold star for successfully breathing?
