It's the things you do for them that they will never remember, and therefore can not ever thank you for, that are some of the richest moments of parenting. Some of the messiest, too.
I'm not talking about the normal diaper stuff. I'm talking about bodily discharge in motion, vaguely cannibalistic activities, and microscopic familiarity with our kiddies' anatomies. I'm talking about things that should probably not be memorialized in writing.
It was no gag (or maybe it was) when a bag containing an estimated 35 pounds of human vomit was discovered outside a Pennsylvania retail store.
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Where once the King of Halloween confection was Candy Corn -- selling 8.3 billion kernels a year -- planners of today's Halloween parties lobby their new faves: the latest in gross and disgusting party food.
My cats or my future baby?: Barf on the floor; Pee on the floor; Has a brain larger than a handful of grapes; Not freak out when I want to dress it in a cute outfit; Not be covered in hair; Love me back.
I used to think poop was hilarious. And vomit, too. And snot. And whatever else whatever else flows with force from the body and can be flung about by monkeys.
Let me just get this out of the way: people poop when they run. So why the big fuss about some poor soul with splattered shorts? Must it be discussed on every fitness website?