Jacob woke up from a nap a while back, and I noticed right away that his room smelled kind of funky. I put him on the bathroom counter and found a huge poo diaper. I started cleaning him up, but the poo kept on coming. Every time I had his bottom clean and was about to put on a fresh diaper, more poo oozed out. As I was thinking that my son grosses me out, I happened to take a quick glance in the mirror. Something was on my face. What was it you ask? POO! I don't know how it got there, but there it was. A smudge of poo the size of a mole.
