I was having dinner with a friend of mine, and she brought her cute five month old baby. If you’ve read a previous post of mine, I think you can figure out what happened. We were eating. She wanted to be held. She pooped. It went up her backside. Her clothes were soaked in yellow diarrhea. I lost my appetite. There goes taking full advantage of the buffet bar. Don’t get me wrong, I love babies. I just don’t love cleaning poop off my arms.

Brownies for everyone!