Weirdness
As of today, I’ve been doing this blogging thing for five years. I’ll spare you any reflective introspection as this milestone seems underwhelming next to the daily successes of my recently potty-trained fifteen-month-old. Not comparing my posts to piss or poo, mind you; I’ll leave that comparison to the trolls I don’t have. I’m just really proud of my spawn–the one not marching in the hallway chanting, “Bring me the royal undies!”
Anywho, on this meager occasion, I offer you a path to a warped head trip. Simply pick up and read some Dr. Seuss rhymes, say for about five minutes. Then, while the catchy rhythms remain in your mind, grab a work of regular prose, preferably a stuffy book of dense German philosophy, and begin reading.
You’re welcome.
Wow, potty trained at 15 months! Impressive. Congrats on the anniversary.
15 months? wow.
I once as a lark sang a favorite Dr. Seuss book to my girls instead of reading it one night and then after that point it became an expectation by them that I sang it. Congrats on the potty training success!