Picture it, a quiet morning, the sun barely up. A young boy wakes and begins to call for his parents.
Big Daddy heads into the nursery to a horrible discovery. M has something red on his face. What could have happened at night? Did he scratch himself? Allergic reaction? Attacked by squirrels? Only upon turning on the light did we figure out the culprit. A parents worst nightmare. M had poop on his face. We're still not sure what happened, and I'm not sure I really want to know. But it was gross and of course I could smell nothing else for the rest of the morning. Not really the way to start a day. And of course for the rest of the morning M was in a foul mood.
I can only hope that this is a one time deal and we may be switching back to one-piece pajamas.
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