"That's the poops"A little over three months ago, a stomach bug swept through our family. Unfortunately, Hannah's pink talking puppy didn't make it. It had a little computer-y thing inside it that wasn't removable. And I'm not the type of mom that hand washes vomit off of a Target purchase.
I did fully intend to replace the puppy, but I realized I could get free shipping on the brown version of the dog. Sold. She'll never notice, right? The brown puppy went over just fine. Bygones. Right?
Except today. Like 100 days later. When Hannah informs me, "That is the new puppy, Mommy. Where is the pink one?"
What? That is it. I'm done.