This morning I was sitting in bed nursing the baby, with Deedo standing at my elbow, kind of right in line with Fin's rear end.
(And I should mention that Deeds has been a bit timid around the baby - totally unsure of what to make of him.)
Which is precisely when Fin let it rip - I'm talking a big ol' baby poo explosion. Loud.
Deedo's face was priceless, like Mama, what was that awful noise?! He got his panicky, about to cry look on and backed away really quickly.
So, so funny.
I tried to explain that sometimes babies, um, poop. And I think he mostly understood.
Though he has been a bit more skittish around the baby ever since he realized that the baby makes noises.
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