Now, imagine opening Baylor's diaper. But this time, it's not marshmallow creme. You get the picture. It all ended with a half full grocery bag of wipes. And a few dodging moves, squinty eyed disbelief, and some head shaking from me. I n t e n s e.
And he doesn't have a care in the world. Clean behind. Happy boy.
By the way, my apologies if you were trying to eat any meal or snack of the day. I will be posting less graphic and detailed posts in the near future about a certain two year old's birthday...
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