Over the week-end Zach, Staley, Adelie, and I were all playing together in the playroom. Zach was holding Adelie on his lap when she had a major diaper blow-out.
Zach: "I think Adelie and I are both going to need new outfits."
Staley: "Why?"
Zach: "Because we both got poo poo on our clothes."
Staley: "Can I see Adelie's poo poo on her clothes?"
Zach: "Sure." (He then turned Adelie around so Staley could see the poo poo all up Adelie's back.)
Staley: "Can I see your poo poo?" (She asked as she walked around behind Zach, apparently looking for the poo poo up his back.)
In Staley's mind, I guess she thought that Adelie and Zach had simultaneous accidents that required clothing changes. For all our sakes, I'm glad that wasn't the case. (And if it was, I surely wouldn't be blogging about it.)
