Okay, this story speaks to both of your posts. So, when I lived in Atlanta my friend, Renee, had a toddler boy and a baby girl. Parker was 2, and I think he still preferred pull-ups bc he was too lazy to pizz standing up. He' was crawling around on the carpet while Renee and I were trying to have an "adult" conversation. "What's this, Mama?" Renee put it to her nose and said: It smells like sh*t!" Which it was. Corn encapsulated by sh*t. They'd fed him corn the night before. His pull-ups were full, and he leaked it all over the living room. I laughed my behind off all the way to my car.
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