Parenthood is full of magical moments. Like today, when I was sitting with my daughter in the living room, her on her mat, me beside her. We were discussing Nietzche's theories, of course, as we often do, and then moved quickly along to another favourite topic, the relationship of mother to monster in the Beowulf saga. And then she burped. And then she leaned forward and I juuuuusst managed to pick her up in time to prevent the poop from coming over the top of her diaper and onto her pants and shirt. Score! Less laundry for me!

Yep. Magical.