Ring Around The What?

Sometimes when I sit down on the computer I tune out the rest of world.

Sometimes? Who am I kidding. It’s like the minute I get the mouse in my hand, my ears hit mute and everything in the background is just a muffled , hearing impaired, fuzz.

So when my kids walk up to me, it usually takes several “Mommmm”s before they get my attention. And then I usually look at them like I’ve just woke up, with blurry eyes, trying to bring into focus what I’m staring at.

So today while sitting at the computer reading all your amazing blogs, I heard a voice off in the distance. It was coming closer and closer. And just as it registered I heard these words… “Mom, is there poop in my crack?”

And my eyes came into focus on Gabe’s backside, with cheekies spread apart, no pants on, bent over and yes, with a ring around his hole for making poo poo.

And I thought to myself, “THIS is what I get paid the big bucks for.”