Well, after a little over two weeks of dodging the friendly fire, I finally got tagged last night. While laying on her back in my lap last night, Abigail let loose a dark conspiracy that caught me off guard. It was the kind of “dark conspiracy” that went up her back, down her legs, and over, under, around, and through anything that got in its way. Sadly, my shirt and pants were in the way.
After emergency action, a bath for baby, and a shower for daddy, both father and daughter are resting comfortably.
Et tu, Pampers Swaddlers?