I went into Nate's room and as usual I could smell his issue from outside the door....he had awoke from his nap with a gift for me....here's how the conversation went down...
Mom: "Are you stinky?
Nate: "Uhn, Uhn."
Mom: "Did you poop your pants? Are you aahcky?"
Nate: " Dada."
Mom: "Dada is stinky?"
Nate: : "YEAH!"
Mom: "Dad pooped his pants?"
Nate: "YEAH!"
The blame game begins early for Nate.
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