I often imagine sweet times we will have with our children: a little one following Zeke around, the precious look of a baby who has finally recognized her mom, the laughter of siblings playing a game.
After today, I have two new imaginings. My new imaginings are grounded in new first hand facts. And that's a bit unfortunate, though there's nothing quite like a dose of reality every once and awhile.
Here are the two things I now get to ponder: explosive diarrhea and toddlers who spit.
That is so not a Holiday Gap commercial.