trust me, it is all fun and games until your son starts playing with his own poop. tonight he pushed out quite a doosie, full, thick and sticky, the consistency of peanut butter, or a pb and deuce for those of you who need a slightly more graphic/disgusting description/mental picture. but that wasn't even the worst part.
as i was changing him, he started reaching; problem being, i was still cleaning. his hand and the legos he was playing with both found their way into the chocolate thunder from down under. in the moment, these things are at least slightly hilarious, even when, in the flurry of hands and wiping and grabbing, he puts those same hands in his mouth. the laughter only encouraged him, so now i am sure we are going to have to contend with this same issue for a while. oh, the party continues.
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I had to read this one! Trustme... I have been there too many times!!
ok, that's gross. But I have been there. Mike thinks his diaper area is called a "don't touch"
The best is when they start painting the walls with it....
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