The boys must have some kind of tummy bug. They've been nothing but little poop factories all day. Silas was on poop #5 with a bad case of diaper rash by dinner.
Since we ran out of our miracle butt cream, Triple Paste, I was letting him air dry for a bit. Of course, in a matter of minutes he'd peed on the floor twice and then squatted to take a crap right in front of the TV.
Jackson, as helpful as always, wanted to use the popcorn popper to "vacuum it up."
After cleaning up the carpet and putting the poop machine in a diaper I went into the kitchen.
I bent over to pick up a Teddy Graham off the floor and it was poop! I really should wear my glasses! I was a split second away from becoming Uncle Si eating the Coon-Berries!
