This afternoon we were at our friend Katy's house, where Katy and her parents had watched the boys while we attended a church function for Jana. I noticed Charlie pooping, and moved quickly to change his diaper to prevent leakage.
Charlie, as you know if you've been around him lately, doesn't sit still when getting his diaper changed. I asked Will, who was doing nothing in particular nearby, for some help.
"Can't, I have to go poop myself," he said.
"Daddy, I've got my own problems."
I'm sort of curious about what those are, but didn't have time to ask him as he disappeared into the bathroom.
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