I was going through my “mobile uploads” on Facebook and found this gem. Look at this sweet little print of my son’s hand:
It warms a mother’s heart.
Except for the fact that it was made with his own poo. And I found it on two couches, a table, two chairs, and smeared in various places on our home’s ridiculous white carpet.
He completed the entire work in the time it took me to get his brother out of the bath. Which is why a certain little someone is still the last out of the tub these days.