Monday, January 31, 2011

poop happens. a lot. to us, at least.

Nina and I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Or at least it seems that way.

I took her potty before she got in the bath. As she sat on the side of the tub with both feet in, she says in a panic, "Oops, I forgot a poop. It's coming out NOW."

I scooped her up before the rogue turd escaped.

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