I was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mom yesterday
Before our walk yesterday morning, I told Caleb we were going to the park on our way home. He got excited (in his little 2-year-old mind,) and got dressed. I was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mom yesterday because I had decided to put red socks on him, and had him put his own shoes on.
In the afternoon, I was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mom because I bought him a Pushup. I'm not sure if I've lost my mind, but I let him go at it. I held my breath and clenched my fists tight as I watched the Pushup melted, minute by minute, in his chubby hand. I could wring his shirt out with the sweet juices the Pushup left behind. He might as well rub the whole thing on his shirt instead of eating it.

I was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mom yesterday. Hopefully I'll be a better one today.
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