I was just changing Lela’s diaper, which was full of poop.
Double diaper bombs, you could say.
As I was changing her, she farted and blew some poo my way.
I dodged it, but still. It was a close call.
That was not cute, Lela.
But earlier this morning you were the cutest baby on the planet.
I want to remember you looking like this. Not launching a mini poo rocket into the stratosphere of your nursery.
POOston, we almost had a problem.