“Sorry I’m late, Mom. How’s my baby today?”
“Great mood and dry. Mind if I rush to the store before it closes?”
Ellen nodded. “I’ll get Lulu ready.”
“My big girl went potty for grandma today.” Boisterous smooches greeted her.
“Back so soon? You look frazzled.”
“What’s all this stuff?”
“These aren’t Lulu’s…”
Her mother’s face blanched, then blazed scarlet. My life has begun to regress to that of a child.
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The word limit for Regress is 75 words. I used all of them.
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