Earlier today I had Tristan lying face-down on my belly, so he could lift his head up. He raised it and held it up, and I said, “Go, Tristan, go!” At that moment he crapped his diaper.

Just a moment ago, I leaned down toward him and sniffed. Smelled like he needed a diaper change, and I said so out loud. At that moment he farted.

Silly baby.