Taylor: "Mommy my poop is hot."
Me: "Okay that's good."
Taylor: "No it's not. I don't like it hot."
She said it so seriously too.
We haven't had any poop stories for a long time now. We haven't even been taping Quinten's clothes. It's great. Maybe he is out growing that phase. I should probably knock on wood or something.
That's all I have so far but the day is still young.