Fort
After Austin told us how much time he needed with James the other night, James got up early to get a head start on painting. After he got a significant amount done, he stopped and built a fort in the living room with Austin.
I was in my bedroom trying to recover from the nastiest diaper change EVER. Reign pooped some hard purple thing out and it killed me. Dead. I actually died. It was worse than the time when James was changing his diaper and a bunch of florescent yellow poop squirted out the top of his diaper, out the sides of his legs and smeared all the way down to his toes. Or the time when we have changed Reign, thinking he was finished his poop, but as soon as his diaper comes off he continues. James describes that as comparable to those devises we had when we were kids and played with Play Do. You know when you put the Play Do into that thing and press down and it pushes it out the side? That is what Reign does to us sometimes.
So after I had finished with Reign, James came and got him and put him into the fort. I could hear squealing and laughing between the two boys and James. It was the best sound.
After awhile, I got inside the fort with the boys. We were playing together and having a bunch of fun, when this horrid smell crept up into our noses.
Austin and I both knew what happened immediately. Together we shouted: Reign!
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