Gold Standard

Anne LamottĀ  writes about her toddler grandson, Jax:

“I took him out to lunch at a Mexican restaurant with a girlfriend today, and he was very easy, shoveling in massive amounts of avocado, plain beans, flour tortilla. But on the way home he pooped, and from the front seat it smelled like a sick walrus had gone to the bathroom in the backseat, or died. When I got home I laid him on my bed to change him, and said, ‘Wow, honey! This one is the new gold standard,’ and he clapped solemnly.”

— From Some Assembly Required (2012)