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Where does he get this stuff?

E. has a new trick. It is certainly a trick he didn't learn from me. I have some very strong, well documented phobias in this area. So this must be from his father's side.

Whenever we leave the house he does stinkers. (I'm pretty sure that I don't need to elaborate on stinkers.) Personally, I mostly need some privacy and a bit of time (less now that E.'s part of the picture). Apparently E. can use the time, but doesn't feel the need for the privacy. In fact, in an effort help him avoid certain hangups, most of the time when he is squatting and pushing we smile at him and say brightly, "Good job! Nice stinkers! Keep pushing!" And he grins and keeps pushing with no noticeable embarrassment, so perhaps it's working.

Of course yesterday he answered the call of nature in Organized Living while I was busy shopping for storage containers. I decided to drive to the grocery store and change him in the parking lot there. We arrive. I grab the diaper bag and get...well, nothing. So, in one of my very worst moments as a mother I wrap him back up in the stinky diaper, go inside and purchase diapers. Back outside to change him. I am trying to get him lay down on the front seat which is reclined. He keeps trying to sit up, and I keep scolding him until I realize that he feels like he is falling off the seat, and we both dissolve into giggles. It's great to finally be laughing at the same joke at the same time. Even if it is bathroom humor. He gets that from his dad too.