Oh my goodness. I am not sure why but every single time Mason is in his carseat, he poops. No. Literally. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. We call it the poop seat. We'll be driving around and with out fail we hear the ever familiar grunting coming from the backseat.
Oh Macey. We feel the same way.
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