James has a reputation for being an angel in daycare. (I swear this is not my motherly bias intruding. Pure fact.) Apparently, he's the favorite because he doesn't cry (then again, maybe that's what they tell all the moms). So Dave was pretty concerned when the daycare ladies called him this morning very worried because James was fussy and they couldn't figure out why. Dave hurried to finish his project and rushed down 20 minutes later, only to find a naked James happily playing on the floor.
When he inquired, the daycare ladies sheepishly explained that James must have needed to poop. Because five minutes after the phone call, James exploded. Yes, exploded. Apparently, it got all the way up behind his ears, into his hair, ruining his clothes and the daycare stroller. The very efficient daycare ladies stripped him down, tossed him in the bath and threw his clothes in the wash (which is way more than I would have done at home. I probably would have just put James outside and let him roll it off :) So by the time Dave arrived, the drama was over.
The moral of this story? Boys are gross. Even baby boys.
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But very cute!
ReplyDeleteMom: I swear he is getting blonder. But if her pulls this stunt on my shift, I am definitely putting him outside.
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