We were about to give Jakjak a shower (we take him with us for showers now). So I take off his shirt and diapers. Holding him with his arms locked to mine, and my other hand supporting his butt. At first there was this noise, "prrrrt-prrt", and I said "Jakjak, did you fart?". He gave me this oddball look and I thought to myself "Oh - sh!". Sure enough, poop comes rushing out of his butt and directly onto my palm. Surely, I was not about to drop him, so I make my way to the toilet and aim his butt-hole at the bowl. Apparently, he doesn't like toilets and begins to cry! Lo and behold, all his poop ends up in the palm of my hand!
I swear. That was a riveting experience that all fathers should be subject to.
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