No plan. No method. No organisation. Just going with the flow. Accepting whatever was handed out. Not being happy with it. Complaining about it. But doing nothing.
Like babies who have just done the big job. It's uncomfortable. It smells. They definitely don't like it. (hence, the crying) But they just lay there. Until we, as adults or in this case, more specifically as parents, come to their rescue.
Wipe them clean. Powder that cute little hindside. Put on some fresh (possibly fragrant) diapers. And then watch them smile. Picture perfect.
Time passes.
And then nobody comes along to clean your shit.
Even if you are ready with that million dollar smile.
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:) :) :) Sooooo cute!
Hmmmm I don't really know what you find cute. But if its the baby, I totally agree.
My friends have voted me as best mother (potential). {I guess it's totally unrelated but I wanted to brag}
Hehehe
Growing old means losing some privleges...well said:
"And then nobody comes along to clean your shit.
Even if you are ready with that million dollar smile."
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