Seems like a lot of my posts lately are about poop.
But, as my older brother would tell you, poop is cool.
Jacob takes after his Uncle Mike. Just saying the word "poop" makes Jacob happy. He tries to sell poop for $60. And then tells you that's too expensive. The boy just likes poop.
But, Jacob and poop had a not so good day.
Last night, my mom and I went to eat dinner. As soon as we walked in, Jacob started crying and saying he didn't feel good. He didn't eat a bite of dinner, put his head on my lap and closed his eyes. He has never done any of the above out in public. Something was wrong.
Fast forward to this morning.
Jacob woke up happy. Said a few times his belly hurt.
Around 10 a.m. he pooped. Then he smiled, started hopping around, and said, "Oh! That's what was bothering me. Poop was bothering me."
