Angela wrote:
By which she meant:
Fletcher has had this problem too, where we expect an apocalyptic diaper and it turns up nothing. However, I must postulate that there is a worse phantom-pooping scenario. The opposite of her definition, in fact.
Yesterday morning, I was given no warning. No grunts or holding of breath, no red face (what I call "poop face") or change in expression at all. No smell, even.
But poop he did, and I'll never know what length of time had passed before I noticed. Thirty minutes? An hour? However long it took for the mess to spread to the four corners of the diaper and BEYOND.
My kid poops like this guy.
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| I don't actually know how Billy Zane poops. |
I washed my hands at every opportunity yesterday, and I still feel dirty.
I fear that the surprise diaper is becoming a trend, though this was the worst one due to no smell warning. Time to feed him broccoli and beans?
