Best of Times...Worst of Times

Proof that the "best of times" outweigh the "worst of times."


Best of Times: 
Me: "Ian! Mira! Do you see that great big dog coming this way?!"
Ian: "Yeah! I do see it!"
Mira:  "Where?!"
Man and Great Dane walk past us.
Mira: "Where is that great big dog?"
Ian: "Emily! Did you see that great big man?!"

Worst of Times:
I went home with toddler poop smeared on my pants.

Best of Times:
Even though I left work with toddler poop on my pants, I also left with Mira and Ian kisses on my cheeks, which, if doubtful, is capable of erasing any gross poop moment.