We had a near tragedy last night. The exploding baby poop returned. Again, thankfully no one was injured. It was all over poor Cooper. Up his back and on his legs. He was wearing his "Chicks Dig Me" shirt. We thought it was a goner. Mommy spotted and bleached it and did her best and was able to save it. So there may be more "Chicks Dig Me" photos in the future.
Cooper was fussy all day yesterday, so I think we know why. I felt kind of bad for him. After it all happened he was happy, smiling and laughing, looking like his normal, beautiful self, except that he was covered in his own poo. Gross.
Thankfully we did get photographic evidence of the effects of exploding baby poop, which is near conclusive proof. I won't post it here, because I don't want to soil this website (pun intended).
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