We've been ruminating that the little Bears shirt Eli has worn on the days when the Bears won was their lucky charm. Yesterday, at lunch, my mom handed the boy to my wife, and in the transition, I noticed a brown stain forming on the back of his shirt - just about where the top of the diaper would be. Yep - he shit his lucky shirt, and then the Bears shit the bed.
Ignoring the rest of the game, the rest of the day went pretty well. We had a few great meals, saw a lot of our extended family, and I somehow still lost four pounds. Not bad.
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