Bread

John loves bread. That is the only thing (besides junk food) that I know he will eat.

This morning I was changing John's diaper and he said, "potty" so I dutifully ignored him thinking he just went, surely, he is just talking. He persisted so I took him. Sure enough he pooped! He looked at it and said, "bread!" That slightly panicked me. The last thing I want him doing is going to get some "bread" to eat.

A few weeks ago, out of the blue, Emma turned to me and said, "Mom, don't worry about the bad people, you are not their mother." Enough said.