Poopy Days

We all have them. Sometime we do it to ourselves; sometimes others do it to us. For Benji and Sandy, Tuesday was their turn. We learned the hard way a few months ago that one side-effect of babies cutting new teeth is diarrhea. It’s back. At lunchtime Sandy picked up Benji and halfway downstairs that particular aroma attacked her nostrils like commandos on a shock and awe mission. She discovered hers and his clothes covered in milky poop froth. Somehow he soiled himself from head to toe and earned a midday bath. Today as I carried Davey inside from the car I met the same fate. Diarrhea had flowed out of his pants onto my shirt and pants, soaking my shoes and cell phone. It was a stinky day, but the late afternoon bath was fun.