This morning while I was getting ready for work, Mauldin was in his bouncer watching his morning cartoons and I heard him start crying...
"What's wrong?" I asked him. As if he could actually reply... "Daddy! I pooped my britches."
It was my first true, real nasty, gag-reflex inflicting dirrrrty diaper. I had no idea, well I knew diapers could be foul, but I never knew sweet potatoes and breast milk could mix to make... that! The stench went far beyond anything I could imagine my child could create. But, oh, he did! He made a "stink," so to speak.
So, my Monday morning started with poop. Hope your week is delightful!