No, it's not all I think about...

Okay, so my funny life this week included a trip to visit Wendy, so this post is a little late! But keeping on the theme of my post from last week (which might also be my last acutal post - sorry for the slacking guys), I have potty-talk on the brain. While on vacation, we were visitng friends on Bainbridge Island. Their 2-year-old little girl was adorable with a capital "A". Curly blond hair, a sassy personality, oh my. Sunday night, they had a BBQ. A family with another girl the same age came. A 7-year-old girl decided to entertain the younger ones most of the evening. t one point, the two youngsters were playing in the red Radio Flyer wagon, and the older one came over and whispered to her mom, "One of those girls pooped! It smells." After much giggling, a grown-up went over to check it out. Our friends' little one had pooped so much that it was coming out everywhere: down the legs, up the back. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. All the adults burst out laughing. So loud that we made her cry. Sorry Sophia! My husband couldn't understand how poop could defy gravity and go "up". I tried to explain that there is only limited space in a diaper, and it has to go SOMEWHERE.

So, I'll try to get a post together later in the week about my vacation...