so nonchalant about poop
today madeleine, age 3.25, shat herself violently. all down her pink-and-darker-pink striped stockings, all through her "ballerina shoes." she's one of those very princely children. she's got that type of utterly symmetrical, miraculously perfect attractiveness that you generally only see on television or in comic books: creamy, naturally-tanned skin, pink lips, rosy cheeks, bright blue eyes, and the frosty-flaxen-accents-over-honey-blonde hair that people pay so much for. all of this comes together in a totally organic way, such that rather than looking cheap, common, or banal, she looks quite angelic. perhaps in part because of that fact, she's treated like a tiny but powerful monarch by her family.

limping inside to the bathroom from the playground, dripping with her own shit, i felt SO sorry for her, because even at such a young age, she was clearly uncomfortable with admitting to another human, face to face, that poop comes out of her in the first place, much less such disastrously messy poop. princesses just do not poop. i can tell that that's the type of message she gets.

i got some poop on my shoulder. meh.