On the nights I’m home early enough, I’m greeted by a screaming toddler, running full tilt to the doorway to give me a hug. Cookie, that’s the highlight of my day. Today, however, the shrieking stopped a good yard before impact. As I stood waiting for the hug, you motioned me to follow you.
Cookie jumping up and down: I have something for you, Daddy!
Cookie: Follow me. Hurry!
Me: What is it?
Cookie actually running: This way. Hurry!
Me: Why are we going to the bathroom?
Cookie: I had a gigantic poop today, Daddy. I saved it so I could show you.
Your gigantic toddler poops always made me wonder how it was physically possible for such a large thing to come out of such a small child.
Cookie beaming: Aren’t you proud of me?
Me: Ummm… yes. Yes, that actually is impressive.
Me: …but just show Mommy next time, ok?