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.
Isn't it amazing how you change when it's your own child!! Puke and Poop don't bother me at all now!!
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