Sometimes, when you're a mom, it's alright to be a little trashy.
January 5, 2012
Tonight, as I got the twins ready for bed, I could tell Rex was brewing something. He kept crying and pulling his legs up, a tell-tale sign of gas. As they both ate their nightime snack, I could tell the time was close. Rex bore down, grunted, and poop shot out......of Fox's butt.
Uh. I've heard that twins have close connections, but that was just plain bizarre.
Lesson 138: making your twin do your "dirty work" = white trash