...for purple poop.
Over the last two years, I have learned a skill set for which the particulars were never explained. In order to be a good mother, you must learn to walk with part of your heart outside your chest. Magical, right? You know what else you must learn? To identify what food your baby ate by the color and consistency of his poop. Why is your diaper filled with orange? Oh, that's right... you had carrots last night. (FYI: little black squigglies mean bananas, NOT WORMS!) Anyway, Thaddeus ate a mixed berry puree for dinner. Tomorrow morning, I fully expect an interesting color in that diaper.
That's all I got. Do with it what you will.
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Colored frosting is also kind of evil and scary if you don't immediately remember it being ingested as well. Blech.
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