Sitting here in the kitchen, minding my own business. I realize Abby has been a little too quiet for comfort and turn to the side to see where she might be.
And at the moment she pelts a diaper at me.
A huge, wet, full, soggy training pant.
Right at me.
Luckily it fell short of hitting me.
Do you think that laughing hysterically was the best way to prevent her from doing it again?
I didn’t think so.