The other day I was laying next to June on her bed when, just before drifting off for a nap, she muttered, "Abradabra, turn mommy into toilet paper!" At the time I couldn't think of too many things worse than that. My one saving grace was that her "lawn" (wand) was broken so the spell didn't work. Whew!
The more I think about it, however, all moms are toilet paper for runny noses, towels for wet/dirty hands, burp cloths for spit up and trash cans for wrappers. So I guess I don't need a spell; being toilet paper is already my reality. I just hope I never have to perform any of its other duties, if you know what I mean.
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