In our household, a "Melody Mark" has become shorthand for that specific, horrifying moment when your child’s digestive system creates a permanent souvenir.
Have you ever had a "Melody Marks" moment in your house? Tell me your war stories in the comments below. Misery loves company. melody marks poop
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. In our household, a "Melody Mark" has become
If you are a parent of a toddler, you know that potty training comes with its own secret language. You know what "the grunt" means. You know what "the waddle" means. But last Tuesday, my two-year-old, Melody, invented a new phrase that stopped me dead in my tracks. Misery loves company
She looked me dead in the eye, pointed to the living room carpet, and said:
No. She was being literal. And frankly, brilliant.