I thought I wouldn't live to see the day

after a post-naptime discovery of crusted crap on the hindquarters of my charming toddler and an ocean of urine so plentiful that it gushed onto the wood floor (have you noticed that I am obsesed with my floor? Not that I have ever cleaned it. I just like to know that it is there) and she had a bath to loosen the crust and I had things sort of disinfected, I knew that I had better get some laundry done.


I didn't need her chasing me to the basement so I thought of a diversion: I handed her panties, a turtleneck and some pants and said "get dressed, I'll start the laundry."


Five minutes later, I heard her little horsey clip-clop coming down the stairs and there she stood, fully dressed. Nothing on backwards. We stared at each other for a moment before she said "Where my sock?"


I better start filling out those Harvard applications.