I'll take "Mystery Stains" for $100, Alex
We had a horrible diaper today. I mean "we" in the royal sense. Her Royal Highness Miss Poopy Pants offered up another beautiful abstract work of art. It went up her back and required a team effort to clean up. Undressing the girl was a challenge since we didn't want to get any gunk in her hair when we pulled the stained onsie over her head. Let's just say she went right into the bath afterwards.
Later, after a dinner of brats and soup, we were sitting in the living room watching TV. I looked down at my shirt and noticed a yellow stain. I pointed to it and asked Nathan, "Is that mustard or poo?"
I don't know which is more disturbing; that it actually could have been poo or that I really didn't care what it was.
Later, after a dinner of brats and soup, we were sitting in the living room watching TV. I looked down at my shirt and noticed a yellow stain. I pointed to it and asked Nathan, "Is that mustard or poo?"
I don't know which is more disturbing; that it actually could have been poo or that I really didn't care what it was.
