Rowen had a blow-out diaper this morning. When I went to change it, I announced to Ryan
(my husband), “I’ve got poop on my hands,” not actually meaning that I had poop on my hands, but that I simply had a messy diaper to deal with. But then I looked
down at my fingers, and sure enough, I actually did have poop...on my hands. Oh, the joys of mommyhood. ;)
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