Monday, 18 July 2011

Shit, really.

Sitting on the couch, Vivan hanging on to my two fingers with all his little tiny fingers...huffing and puffing, trying to hurl himself forward to sit up straight.

Suddenly, "Shit, I'm stuck." Well literally, it was shit. I couldn't get up in the fear of his poop dripping all over the sofa. It was disgusting, yet the funniest thing that had happened all day. All I needed was some real shit to change the shitty day I was having.

I haven't stop smiling ever since.

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