Well, over Thanksgiving I had the moment I had waited for - my son telling me he loved me. So now, I have had the moment I have dreaded - he is in the sink getting cleaned off. He took a poop in the sink and was standing there, writing his name in poop on the mirror, singing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town." It was bound to happen.
Life is about the little moments.
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