Today I was the inside person at daycare, and the boys were banished out with one of their "aunties" (Whom I'm pretty sure they love more then mommy, especially since Mommy has been sick and kind of sucking for a week and a half).
Shift ends, and I go to get them. Gambit runs in, but Gimmick is prancing around in a corner of the yard, oblivious to me. I call him.
It was just like a scene from a movie. His head snapped up, and he raced to me, before performing a perfect leap into my arms. I swoon, because a running leap is something we've been working on and doesn't my angel love me so much? It's beautiful.
Then I realize that my precious angel has rolled in poop, and now not only he is covered in it, but so am I.
Romance movie down the drain, horror movie commence.
By the way? Gambit is capable of the smuggest expression I've ever seen.