My Daughter Pooped

Before baby one, I knew without a shadow of a doubt we were doing cloth diapers. I was going to be the mom who did everything right.

I signed up for diaper service and smiled at the stack of soft cloth which lay ready and waiting for my new arrival’s sweet cheeks.

Then I had my precious bottomed baby. And I snuggled her in cotton joy for the very first time.

She looked at me, bore down, and blew it out!

And that was it. The end of cloth diapers.

It was over as soon as it began.

I’m lame like that.