This story takes us back to my first days of life. I was around three months old and my dad's job was to take me for my first pictures. He dressed me in an adorable pink outfit with matching tights, put a barette in my hair and I was ready.
As he brought me out to the car, he smelled a suspicious odor. By the time he'd reached the vehicle I had poop filling my diaper, the tights and running all the way down to my toes.
When he asked my mom about this later she told him she forgot to mention that she'd given me, "just a little ex-lax to loosen things up."
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