Um, I might actually vomit, but I must share. And you might vomit then too.
TOnight, Reagan said she had to "poopy". So she crawled off my lap, grabbed a book (nice) and went to the bathroom. And she did do as she said she had to do. But because of my role, the helper, I had to wipe.
This is so unfair.
Corn... that's all I'm saying.
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