Completely unaffected by my verbal bashing yesterday, Dizzle presented me with the sweetest complement this evening. While taking a bath, she told her father ...
"And Mommy made one (a friendship bracelet) for me. She's so wonderful."
Aw, how nice. I obviously have taught her well. Or so I thought, because she followed it up with this zinger.
(Turning to me) "But you poop a lot."
Really? Do I Dizzle? Thank you for tracking my digestive system for me.