Even those of us who appreciate the value of a glamorous life and are committed to not letting the baby steel our style are sometimes blindsided.
This morning, Andre went off early to work and the baby and I were hanging out together. We had a grand time. I made myself a smoothie with mango,
nectarines and Greek yogurt. I even got to read an actual book as the baby took her nap. Inside, I was patting myself on the back for being organized and peacefully enjoying a day of luxury.
When Andre got home he looked at me and smiled. I thought that he was admiring my accomplishments too. Then he pointed at my pants and asked, “Is that poopy”?
I guess every moment in Chaton’s World can’t be glamorous!
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