Brady has already taught Mallory something, not a life lesson, a coping skill or survival technique, but a good old fashion poop strike. Yeah, that's right a poop strike. Back in the day Brady boy was a card tote'n member of the poop union. He told Mallory "you better join up...or else." Well, our girl made'em proud by holding out for 8 days, EIGHT DAYS! Apparently it is typical for breast fed babies to skip the #2 for about a week, but Mallory was being a bit of an overachiever. I had to pump her full of prune juice and milk of mag. The combination was enough to blow a hole right through Hoover damn. Let's just say that I had to change her socks! (the one time I actually had them on her feet).
I hope Brady moves onto more important lessons like the meaning of life, the golden rule or being the best you can be. Useful tid bits, not creating self exploding bum bombs!
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