Preshus Parenting Moment #7852
May 22, 2006
Being out at brunch with an impeccably-behaved Noah, sipping on a delicious wild berry mojito and holding Jason's hand across the table as we gazed and beamed at the perfect golden child we produced, through the power of our love and DNA and maybe a little drunken sex, right as Noah took a grunting, red-faced and flatulent poop while the woman at the next table desperately tried not to laugh at us.
(Jason changed the diaper. It took 20 minutes. I drank his mojito while he was gone.)