Warning: If you are squeamish continue reading at your own risk.
This morning when I was conducting the endless ritual of changing Shelby's diaper something unexpected happened. I removed her diaper and then reached down to get a wipe. (This is your last warning!!! Consider looking away.) I heard something and looked up to see poop shooting across the table and almost hitting the door! It was everywhere! On her new diaper, on a stack of clothes sitting on the changing table, ON MY PHONE, and all over the floor. After running to grab a roll of paper towels and antibacterial wipes I spent the next 10 minutes cleaning up the mess. Is my child pressurized?
Needless to say I added baby bath time to our morning.
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