Remember that time?

Remember that time when I said in an earlier post that poop gets everywhere?

Yeah. It does. 

And it gets smashed. Because why not? 

Noah was pretty darn proud. In his defense I was blabbing away on the phone and stood by him right by the toilet ignoring the fact that he was pooping right. By. My foot. And the mom of the year award goes to....I have no idea. But it sure as crap wasn't me. Pun intended.