|My daughter and a friend made at the playground...|
When I was ten years old I threw up on the steps. In the morning the throw up was gone. I was old enough to no longer believe in fairies and knew that my mother had cleaned it up. I vowed at that moment that I would never have children because I could not imagine cleaning up anybody's throw up, including my own.
Fast forward to Friday morning when I was cleaning throw up off of a slide at our community playground. Why was I doing that? Is it because I'm a community saint? No.