Last night I went out to dinner with some friends. It was so much fun to engage in conversation that didn’t include making train noises or imitating animals. Anyway, you know how sometimes the topics of discussion turn bizarre? Well, that happened and we all laughed until tears filled our eyes.
What was the topic? Well, poo stories of course (and I don’t mean the chubby bear Pooh that loves honey either)! It started out with discussions about infant blow outs and a blog I wrote about my son’s diaper exploding while on an airplane. Then, it turned into us sharing personal stories of times when we had to go REALLY bad. I won’t go into the specifics, but hysterical I tell you!
Anyway, all those discussions jinxed me! This morning, my son had a major blow out! I cannot remember the last time this happened, but I won’t soon forget this one. I thought infant poo explosions were bad, but they are NOTHING compared to what a 2 1/2 year old can do!