gross

I have gotten used to walking around with snot on my shoulder, food in my greasy hair, slobber running down my shirt and sticky hands.  Most of this is from Jackson.  When he goes down for the night I look forward to showering off and changing into something clean and cozy until the dirt monkey awakes in the morning.  Well, last night as I pulled back the covers I noticed something... dookie spray on my pillow.  Hell naw, I had been butt stamped!  How long had it been there, I will never know.  The culprit, I am pretty sure I have a good idea.  I imagine him sleeping in his crib with a big smile across his face, 'sweeeettt dreams mamama.'