"Ahhh, that moment made picking up poo with my bare fingers seem not quite so bad."
(...said aloud to myself after Pito and Plava emerged from their room wearing sparkly ballerina/tinkerbell outfits, marching past me chanting "I'm a ballerina! I'm a ballerina!", heading downstairs to take cute pictures of themselves on the computer.)
It's all a balance, isn't it? ;)
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and for the record, it was PITO's poo I picked up, and meant to do it with toilet paper but at the last minute, mis-grabbed it and EUGH. Right on my hand. You think I'd be used to poo by now. No, that familiarity comes for a time, and then goes.
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