Riding home from the grocery store, Ry sees me flipping through a magazine I had picked up at the checkout. He says to me, very concerned, “Mommy you can’t read that! You’re not on the potty!”
It seems I only read magazines while on the potty. To read one anywhere else goes against everything ry understands of the world.
I wasn’t lying when I said I can’t even take a shit without an audience.
- more haikus!
- come bleed with me