My daughter is sick and it breaks my heart. But the #3 got me. 'Dad, I have to poop. Please carry me'. Halfway across the room, it wasn't poop she needed to get out of her system. From my ear to my knee. 2 minutes before a conference call that I HAD to be on. Took those 2 minutes and cleaned her up and then got on my call as she fell asleep. So the mess sat on me for an hour. So for that hour and change today, she was my daughter and I was her dad. Hopefully she returns to her ornerary self soon so she can go back to being an inmate and I can be a Guard.
Next post will be back to our regularly scheduled programming.
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