Let me set the scene for you. Its nap time. I hear a cry from the playpen. I walk to the bedroom. (Que horrible smell) There he is, my infant son, awake and crying with no pants or diaper on. Standing in a yellowish/green goo to which the fowlest smell on Earth emanates from. Needless to say that his blankets and playpen are getting a good cleaning while Gavin gets a bath with his shirt on and is also getting his first haircut.
Posted on: Tue, 06 Jan 2015 22:35:25 +0000
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