First Word

"Poop" is momosyllable of the week ("puke" was a close second).  Surprising given that my daytimer for the week says "Revisions Ch. 1" and "Pay income tax."  It feels as though kids and pets save their messiest problems for the first 17 minutes after we return home: yesterday was a banner day.  We got home at 4.58.  Both children had corn for lunch (at preschool and daycare, respectively) so there was a lot of child poop around 5.03.  The dog was thirsty, drank a bowl of water and then puked at 5.08.  At about 5.09, Winton (the 18 monther) found the vomit (clear, viscous, dotted with bloated golfish crackers) and sat down in it.  He and I had a quick, screaming bath in cold water. Everybody was back downstairs to admire the cat vomit on the wall by 5.15.  I did pay the IRS, by the way.  Chapter 1?  Yeah.  Hiding from that.