Mr. Poopypants

Every parent has at least one poop story. Ken and I got one this weekend. I put Josh in his jumper in the bathroom doorway while I took a shower Saturday. I heard him jumping energetically and squealing with delight. I got out of the shower to find him grinning from ear to ear jumping in a pile of poop. He had gone through the diaper, through the legs of the jumper onto the floor. His socks were dark brown with strands of dog hair ground in. There was poop on the tile and on the carpet. I wish we would have taken a picture of this adventure...