| 5 August 2009: 20 Months A few days ago Em, PJ, Will (up from Santa Barbara due to his obligations to the Coast Guard) and myself were headed out the door for dinner. Before we left, Em's nose detected a scent, so I changed PJ and disposed of a good sized poopie. Dinner ran a bit late, so upon arriving home, wanting to maximize PJ's naked time, I whipped off his clothes and diaper. After standing naked on the floor for 3 seconds we heard a thud and suddenly saw a large, triangular shaped piece of poop on the floor between his legs. Before I could react he stepped in it. I wrapped the poop in his diaper and set it on the coffee table while restraining the little guy to minimize fecal transfer. After washing the poop off of PJ's foot, while washing my hands in the bathroom, Em yelled. In picking up the diaper the poop had escaped (for the third time?) and landed on the coffee table.
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