There’s nothing like cleaning a carseat to make you feel like the grodiest person alive.
I mean, what kind of mother lets her kid sit in 14 pounds of goldfish crackers smashed into granola bar goo? (Insert picture of moi).
You know it.
The whole drama was started with a tiny Lego piece that fell into an even tinier space.
Legos are responsible for much of the angst in my life. True story.
Even though I was terrified of trying to put this rocket science puzzle back together again…
I still had to disassemble it and throw all non plastics into the wash.
All that to say…I have an excuse for the following picture where my son was in mortal danger by being strapped in a temporary booster seat. (He’s 8 pounds over needing the super-duper-five-point-harness-thingie-that-he’ll-hopefully-never-have-to-thank-me-for, but I pretty much don’t care. Helicopter moms rule! Be assured the seat has been reassembled.)
He had just screamed, “YOU ARE THE BEST MOM EVER!”
I’m going to remember this moment forever and ever. Especially on a day when he thinks I’m not so cool. But for now?
Happiness is Pringles.