3..on poo

On saturday i went for a long awaited pedicure. Ah. Relishing the freedom of father taking son to a coffe bar, i grabed at afwul woman glossy magasnies with glee, not out of care for them but rather out of the luxury that i have the time to. Here was an hour i was going to spend free of hearing baby sounds i have to react to 24 hours since birth.My armsfelt light as feathers not carrying the little heavy weight,and my feet buzzed up effortesley on the mechanichal white leather cushion of the pedicure chair, ah so light i felt, so right too this little treat was deserved, i was a woman again not singularley a mother, when my foot zoomed into vicinity of the cosmeticians face, and i noticed that on it, on the arch, there was poo. Yup. Golden delicious yellow baby poo .