an email to Shaun just now-
Subject: Your daughter...
...after getting out of the shower with me this morning, and after having been set in front of the mirror on our closet, began walking towards me while I put my contacts in my eyes with some brown log-like object tightly grasped in her hand as if it were an ice cream sandwich- and this at the same time I began to notice an awful stench. For some reason, despite all the history- it took my mind only too long to register what was happening.
She ate poop. Again. And then looked at me and raised it towards me with a piece hanging off her tooth and her face scrunched as if to say why didn’t you tell me this stuff isn’t edible? I thought everything was edible!
But you know what’s said; as a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his folly. (Proverbs 26:11)
Well I guess she's learned that one the hard (and very literal) way.
