The exersaucer used to be her "poop-chair." Whenever we put her in there, she'd poop within minutes. So exact, it was, that Sam literally thought that's what it was called. A Poop Chair. Now that she's too big for it. Whenever we need her to poop (Sorry Charlotte, you've inherited the Hilger-gut) we give her a notepad and pen. Within minutes, we'll have poop.
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The legs! |
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We call these her poop scribbles. |
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