Toddler runs around the living room with a glue stick, saying, "Mommy, I wanna glue something!"Presumably, a good, on-the-ball, mature parent would peel herself from the sectional, fetch a loose piece of paper and pony up some pom poms or shredded pieces of tissue paper.
But no. I stay put. Look around for things to glue.
I see Orange Cat and say, "I know, glue Buck!" (Oh no. I just outed Orange Cat.)
Apparently (and thankfully for poor Buck/Orange Cat), Toddler mishears me. And then glues three of her books together.
Good times.
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