Big surprise, Ben pooped in his underwear again today.
However, this time Jake was on hand to serve as the papparazzi. He had his little toy phone that also has a "camera" in it. He presses the right button and it makes the picture-taking sound and everything. As I was cleaning Ben's bottom, Jake rushed in with his camera phone.
"Mommy, watch out. I take a picture."
"What are you taking a picture of, Jakey?"
"Ben's poop," he replied, twisting and getting just the right angle to capture the moment on his phone.
After a few shots, he must have realized how gross the concept of taking poo pictures really was.
"Ben, you make me sick," Jakey told him.
Just to confirm what he really said, I asked Jake exactly what made him sick.
"Ben's poop," he replied, with a duh implied. "It makes me sick."
Ben gazed up and smiled at him, completely pleased with himself and not comprehending any of it. Then again, maybe that's not really the case.
Even Jake's ready for this stage to be over.
A haphazard and inconsistent collection of melodramatic musings and quasi-intelligent insights we've gained in the chaos that is life... how's that for quirky and humble?
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