Having a serious night-night chat with The G isn't always that simple. Each night, at bedtime, I have a night-night routine, an affectionate and loving talk about the things we've done, the things we're going to do and what we all mean to each other.
Tonight, as I was telling her all this stuff, The G just lay there, looking at me all serious, saying again and again and again: "Poop. Poop. Pooooooooooooooop. Poop."
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