We cleaned the carpet. We lit a candle. Melody is now 17 and applying for colleges. She doesn’t remember saying it, but I had it cross-stitched onto a pillow for her dorm room.
Because at the end of the day, we all leave our mark on the world. Some of us leave legacies. Some of us leave love.
In our household, a "Melody Mark" has become shorthand for that specific, horrifying moment when your child’s digestive system creates a permanent souvenir. melody marks poop
Have you ever had a "Melody Marks" moment in your house? Tell me your war stories in the comments below. Misery loves company.
And some of us leave a little brown smudge on the bathmat. We cleaned the carpet
No. She was being literal. And frankly, brilliant.
She looked me dead in the eye, pointed to the living room carpet, and said: She doesn’t remember saying it, but I had
At first, I panicked. Had she drawn on the wall with a crayon that looked suspiciously like a tootsie roll? Had she turned the potty chair into an abstract art studio?