By 10 o'clock this morning I had already changed Mason's outfit three times, on account of him pooping up his back. I don't know what it is, but he has this thing with not wanting to poop in his diaper. Maybe this means early potty training. Hey, I can hope.
Anyway, the third time he did it, he laughed at me.
Seriously, we were both covered in poop and he thought it was the funniest thing ever.
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