After four kids have I come to the scientific conclusion that exersaucers are the cause of massive poop explosions. It’s because over the years I’ve been a pawn in an ongoing experiment on the power of exersaucers. Just like with the older rabble-rousers here when they were babies, D-man has succumbed to the power of his exersaucer & is now starting to save his poop explosions for the exersaucer.
The phrase “POOP HAPPENS” doesn’t begin to cover the experience. Maybe a better phrase would be “When the POOP hits the back and the legs and the clothes and Mom too because she forgets & she picks you up before realizing you are covered in POOP EVERY TIME!” You’d think by kid number four I’d have figured this out. It reminds me of what Einstein once said “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
I’m going to claim that sleep deprivation has lead to these moments of temporary insanity when I think that cute smiling face and babbling is about wanting to cuddle & not cover me in poop. YES, THAT’S RIGHT POOP!! Sleep deprivation leading to temporary insanity and the allure of the rays of sunshine that shoot from their smiling faces can be the only explanation for falling for it every time. D-man has figured this out like a pro, using his sunshine to blind me in a haze of adorableness only to “gift” me with his present of poo.
What’s worse is that he laughs when I pick him up. He laughs with a big hearty laugh. It’s like he knows how gross it is & is amused at my horror. Again a smart little man to know that money is in the fart & poop jokes. I’d just prefer it not be me that he uses as part of his comic routine.