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Toilet Love

12 Nov

Toilet love is…

When your pre-schooler gets amoeba
And he’s sitting on the toilet,
And he’s doubled up in pain,
And you’re sitting on a stool in front of him
So he can hug you,
And you can hug him back,
And he’s crying and wiping his nose on your shoulder,
And you wish you could take away his pain,
But you’re happy you can comfort him anyway.

No, motherhood is not a glamorous job.

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