Sam and I have a vivid memory of Daddy getting Dane ready for bed one night. All was going well and as normal when all of the sudden, Dane started hysterically crying. When we asked him what was wrong he repeatedly mumbled, “Daddy pooped in my room!!” between violent sobs.

Confused, we asked Daddy what happened. Through huge belly laughs, he explained that he had passed extra stinky gas and the odor was so powerful that baby Dane thought the only explanation was that he pooped in his room. By that logic, Dane poops everywhere he goes. Pretty funny stuff!!