This morning when I was changing Max's diaper, he had a loose stool, and I was commenting to him about 'Poor Baby, a little bit of diarrhea. Mama will get you all cleaned up.' His request:
'Sing the Dia-wea song, Mama'
'What Diarrhea song?'
'Dia-wea cha-cha-cha'
Oh. THAT diarrhea song. Maybe I need to control myself and not sing a song about absolutely everything.
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