So about two years ago, I was checking a little girl's diaper in the church nursery and pulled back the diaper with one finger... and got poop underneath my fingernail. I puked. No, really, I puked.
Last night, I was changing Brooksie and I got poop under my fingernail. I wanted to puke... but instead, I laughed.
I've been saying for YEARS that I never wanted kids. I have been told that me having kids is a terrible idea when people saw a reaction I made to a screamer or a stinky diaper... BUT people also always say "It's different with your own kids!"
They didn't lie. Brooksie's poop doesn't stink.