I can tell which one of my kids pooped based on the smell of it alone. Isn't that disgusting? Almost every morning when I go to get the babies up one of them inevitably has gone #2, and I pretty much can point to which one it is.
Apparently some gifts just lie dormant until the need arises.
It's too bad I couldn't have manifested the mind-reading gift, or super human strength gift. Instead I get the who-dun-it crapper gift.
On the plus side, I have taught Kembia to hold her nose and say P-U. And that's got to be worth something!
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