As I left for work Monday morning, I turned to tell Jackson to have a good day.
He responded with the same sentiment.
I said, "Thank you." And as I went on my way out the door he said:
"Thanks, mama! Thanks for having me!"
Anytime, I thought.
You, me and that baby and that other baby. While I promise to never write about what I ate for lunch or about that dream I had last night, I cannot promise there won't be poop mentioned.