Fun With Disgusting

I've been the victim of random acts of disgusting.

First off, I've been finding long strands of Mommy's hair all over me. Sometimes, it's on my face. Sometimes, it's on the nipple of my pacifier. This morning, however, when Mommy was changing my diaper, she found her hair coming out of my cooley. You read that right. Out. Of. My. Cooley. She didn't know if it just fell out of her head and landed there, or if it was something I accidentally swallowed and digested. Seriously. She didn't know. I'm two more strands away from asking Mommy to grab the buzzer and give herself the cueball look.

Secondly, when laying in bed with Mommy and Daddy, I peed on my own face. And you know what? It happens. It happens to all of us. Everyone's peed on their own face. Don't deny it. It probably happened to you last week. Go ahead. Admit it. I'm man enough.

And thirdly, also in the peeing front, I learned that when you're in the Baby Bjorn, and you're strapped up to a guy, and he goes to the men's room to relieve himself, kick your own legs up. That's how you stay dry. For me, lesson learned loud and clear.