When we went to church with the Duncan's, Hunter rode with us. He is the sweetest, cutest, most polite kid ever. He rode next to Peyton and was making sure she was okay the whole way there, putting her pacifier back in if she needed it, keeping the sun out of her eyes, etc. We were a little over half way there and smelled something horrible - the smell was identical to when you drive by a chicken coop (or turkey for those of you who know the joke) and your whole car is consumed with the smell of $hit (no nice way to put it) and rotten feet. AJ was about to puke and we couldn't figure out what it was. I totally tried to blame it on Hunter, thinking he was covering "an accident" up and was embarrassed to say something. I even asked him about it. Poor guy....really...he is 7 and doesn't poop his pants still. But it sure didn't smell like our daughter (like her "poopies" have a specific smell), so we were in denial and still trying to blame it on the innocent one. When we finally got there, and we all got air, we took her out of the carseat and sure enough....Pey Pey poopied! So, Hunter, I'm sorry I tried to blame it on you.
I don't understand how do the cutest of people produce the nastiest things? I guess it only gets worse as we add more solids, huh?
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