Dear Melissa,
I'm writing to apologize for the massive poopy diaper explosion that I had at your house last Monday. I've been potty trained for a while now, but when I'm sleeping sometimes things just get carried away. I'm sorry you had to clean up poop that was up my back and down to my ankles. I'm sorry that you had to scrub out my jammies and sleep sack and wash them. And I'm sorry you had to do that while you are pregnant and nauseated. Did you know that was my first ever diaper blow-out? I would just like to point that out because your daughter used to have them all the time, and I thought you would like to share in that moment with me, too. I know you're not mad at me, but I'm sorry anyway. Here is my sheepish sorry face.
I love you,
Sydney
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Dear Melissa,
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2 comments:
1st, thanks for painting such a great picture of Sydney's blow out for all of us! Next, great costumes and cupcakes!
Anytime Sydney! If anyone has had her share of poop it is me. At least you were in good experienced hands for your first blow-out. We love you poop and all. Although boy you can clear a room.
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