Boys. Are. Gross.
Friday, August 21st, 2009
This afternoon I was holding my son in front of me. We had just gotten back from the doctor where I was asked if my perfect baby boy’s poop was yellow. ‘No, it’s still kinda green.’ I answered, being the resident expert on the contents of Tristin’s diaper.
‘Kinda… green…’ the doctor repeated, scribbling the selected hue of my baby’s feces into his chart…
So I’m holding my fully clothed, five day old son in front of me, his big three year old sister oohing and awing over him, when we hear the biggest phooot I’ve ever heard come out of a baby.
