Julie picked up Lyla from daycare today so I could take Tulip the diarrhea dog to the vet for a second time since Monday. On a side note, I might never eat creamy peanut butter again.
Sorry if I just ruined your lunch.
The kids were in the little gym area, and when Julie looked through the window she saw Lyla holding a hula-hoop and sobbing. As soon as she opened the door, Lyla saw her, dropped the hula-hoop, and sprinted over.
"Lyla, what's the matter?"
"Up peez." Sniffle.
A teacher came over and pointed to the wall, where other hula-hoops were hanging. "She's crying because she wanted a different color."
By this time, Lyla was happy again. "Bye bye!" she said and waved to the teacher. Then she and Julie came home, where I had already given Tulip her first dose of shit-thickening medication and started making pasta.
And pasta is why Lyla looks like an Oompa-Loompa in the above photo.
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