So Riley was having some tummy time this morning, and when she started fussing, I picked her up to change her diaper. Little did I know, she had overcome the capacity of her diaper (I refuse to use the word "blowout"), so when I pressed her up against me, I got the outlier all over my shirt. It was also all over her boppy pillow and her play mat. I laughed it off and started working on cleaning up. Of course, my little spitfire Alli was in the room and had something to say about it...
Alli: "Ew ew ew get her away from me, I cannot even look at that."
Me: "Well, one day you might have a baby and she might do that, and you can't call me to clean it up!"
Alli: "My baby is definitely NOT going to do that. Ever."
Yeah, good luck with that.
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