Nora had an appointment today to get weighed. The nurse stripped off her diaper, and on cue, she pooped on the paper-covered table. This is not unusual or surprising.
But they put the diaper and the paper in a bag, and made us take it home. Like a pet.
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2 comments:
Um, "it" is named Nora.
By the way, when are you going to get cool and start your own blog, huh?
Are you trying to imply that the intimate details of my life (i.e. my daughter's poop) are interesting?
And by the way, the poop wasn't the pet, the pooper was. Like you know how you have to pick up after your dog and carry the poop home in a bag...
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