Not sure if it was the excitement of the moment (seeing as how we JUST GOT HOME... JUST LIKE YESTERDAY AND THE DAY BEFORE) but Curtis, after ripping through the yard with a stick in his mouth, paused to go potty. Like a lot of potty. Like a waaaay lot of potty.
Dustin and I stood, speechless, watching this projectile potty happen until it was finally over. While Curtis ran off like "no big whoop" to smell the mail box, Dustin turned to me and said, "I didn't know whether to dip a strawberry or be concerned."
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Priceless.
On a side note, the rotating baby on the baby countdown thing in the right column on the blog is a little creepy. In a fun kind of way? Looks like a baby on a Sit-n-Spin.
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