I am on a two-day campaign to lose my audience. Yesterday I posted my morbid and depressing fears to make you cry.
Today I'll do my best to make you vomit.
(Tomorrow I will try to rediscover my tact.)
Here is the corn stew I made today. (Actually, it was very yummy, and not part of the gross-out at all.)
Max's diaper fell off when he was crawling around today. Unencumbered, he saw fit to pee on the floor. I went to clean the mess, and then ...
He decided to poop on the floor too! (No, don't look for it here ... I wouldn't do that!)
And when I whisked him away to the bathroom, guess who came along?
Can you guess what happened next? I didn't believe it when Gabe told me, but when I came back, Max's little mess was gone. Grandma didn't clean it up. And Gabe sure as heck didn't clean it up.
There was only one other potential cleaner-upper in the house to thank for this job.
And he spent the rest of the day outside.
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