The Boy hadn't pooped since Monday, so we were a little worried.
[12:39] TheWife: Houston - we have poop!
[12:39] *** Auto-response sent to TheWife: I am currently idle.
[12:40] TheWife: well you can be idle
[12:40] TheWife: I'm still going to send you a message
[12:40] TheWife: cuz I know you're thrilled to read about poop
[12:40] TheWife: :)
[13:00] Me: this is Houston
[13:00] Me: Was the poop contained withing the designated containment unit?
[13:15] TheWife: yes
[13:15] Me: That's good news
[13:16] Me: good, I'm glad he pooped. i dind't want to go into the weekend without poop
[13:16] Me: ummmm
[13:16] Me: did I just type that?
[13:16] TheWife: yah. welcome to parenthood
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Wait until you start analyzing the poop. Sniffing it, checking the texture, wondering if he's alright since complete peas and carrots are in it... I've been there.
Or when you have to pull a long pickle rind out of his butt. That has been the highlight of my parenting experience.
I remember the pickle poop post. Heh heh...pickle poop post. Say that 5 times fast.
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