Before we go any further...
Moms totally get this. Poop explosions. How does such a tiny little body hold so much poop?! When I was a baby, my parents couldn't leave the house without at least two changes of clothes for me. And I'm not just talking about tops and bottoms, they had to bring extra shoes and socks, too. Because without fail, as soon as we'd leave the house, there would be a number 3 that would fill every nook and cranny within 5 yards of my little butt. The stories are legendary and many. And although I can't prove it, I believe that my mom wished upon me a child who would do the same thing.
She got her wish.
My daughter was a butt explosion waiting to happen, preferably at the most inopportune time. Waiting in line for a picture with Santa? Check. Mommy just used the last diaper while out running errands? Check. In the middle of a diaper change when her legs were pulled up in the air? Check. Don't think that I didn't pass along a mother's wish to my daughter. Yeah.
So, what number 3 stories do you have to tell? Feel free to put them in the comment section. Or better yet, blog about it and link it up to my blog carnival below! And don't forget to link back here, huh? Don't make me wish number 3's on you.
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I don't know if it's better or worse but our pets have many more number 3 stories than our kids. Either way this whole conversation is grossing me out! :)
I am living that commercial on a daily basis. Have mercy!
I had never seen that commercial so I just had a #3 from laughing so hard :-O lol jp but I've been there plenty of times with my kids & now my grandkids. I expect many more #3's now that I started Lexi potty training...panties hold much less than any diaper!
LMAO! Oh my, where were the diapers with the built in "poo pouch" when my kiddos were babies?! The best #3 incidents were the ones that shot up the back into their hair, great at home, but yeah, even better in public!
I can only remember 1 #3 story. Maybe because I have 3 kids and I blocked the other 2 kids out. Who knows...
The little kid was notorious for blowouts, as we called them. The worst ones were when I didn't hear or see anything until I reached around to pick her up and got a handful of poo. YUCK!
My three-year-old pooper is laughing his @$$ off at the video and harrassing me to play it again. Again! AGAIN!!!
I hope you enjoy my epic poop story.
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