So the other day Brent and I were sitting at the table and June was sitting in her Bumbo when she let out this huge toot. Brent and I both looked at each other wide eyed and started to snicker like 12 year old boys. This first massive explosion was followed by 5 additional medium sized tooters. Between the two of us parents there was this unspoken- I don't want to pick her up... you do it! It ended up being a team effort and we were able to save her kitty t-shirt. She is always pooping on the kitty t-shirt. I think it's her way of saying she doesn't want to wear it.
