Max is having what is, i believe, commonly referred to as a “knobs on table” type of a week at work; so far, he has come home every evening with us still requiring a reliable form of birth control, but i think it has been a close shave a few times.
Apparently i was coughing a lot in the early hours of this morning (mainly because my tonsils had finally given birth to the two aliens lodging in them i think) and Amelie was sprawled across our bed, so Max decided to go and sleep in her bed for what remained of the night.
He went upstairs… and stood in a poo.
Parenthood huh? Shouldn’t laugh…. 😉