I love my neighborhood for a variety of reasons, but the foremost one is my neighbors. They are hilarious. I had coffee this morning with the neighborhood ladies–all moms of small children like me–and we were talking about birthdays since mine is forthcoming. One of my neighbors who has 3 children under 6 just recently had her birthday, and related that it wasn’t exactly her best. She had just finished changing a nasty poopy diaper on her youngest when her oldest shouted “nasty poop alert” which caused her to shoot straight up with indignance, and forced a heartfelt cry from her tired mommy breast:

“I shouldn’t have to wipe asses on my birthday!”.

Amen sister.