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Originally Posted by fotze2
Lemme know.
All I remember back then was thinking don’t die don’t die don’t die don’t die. And don’t crap don’t crap don’t crap. The gag reflex was 100% of the time changing a poo diaper.
My kid was in the bath and liquid shat and tuned it into soup instantly. Dart my hand in to pull the drain while the wife held him above me and he shat all over my back and and the back of my head. Arched my back like I’m in a gangbang.
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The ####e doesn't bother me so much. He's already-fountain pooped on my arm and peed in my face twice. It's funny.
Yeah, the "don't die" thing is pretty much a constant thing for me. I check his breathing like 95 times a day.