So apparently poop is a very popular subject in our house. Don’t ask me why and I do really feel for all of you that read this but seriously, I’m still chuckling about it.
Today after my husband changed a stinky for Ainsley, he came upstairs to where I was vegging out on the bed reading a vampire romance, (darn Twilight series!) He laid down next to me leaving the kids downstairs. This is what we heard amongst the Christmas music.
Ian: “I think they are upstairs.”
Ian: “I said they are upstairs.”
Footsteps approach the foot of the stairs and voices get louder.
Ian: “They are upstairs!”
Ian: “I think because you pooped.”
In all fairness that is not why we were upstairs but looking back that diaper could easily clear a room.