Imagine my surprise when I opened the diaper table and found a weighty smear of poop. Imagine my trepidation as I set my flailing baby on the poopy table.
And another thing! Sure he got a little poop on his onesie... but do I risk changing that onesie and getting stranger baby poop on his hand? I opted to let him stay in his poop.
The decisions you make when you are a mom. Most of them involve poop.
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And your nephew is all about the poop right now. So it's either about actual poop or just saying the word poop because it's a funny word. "sigh"
hahahaha I laughed so loud at this post. thank you. (but i'm sorry for your poop issues)
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