Dear Isaac,
Who knew the blame game began at such a young age? While feeding Eleanor, you told me you were pooping. When I told you that I needed to change your diaper, you were very emphatic that it wasn't in fact you, but rather your sister who had gone. Way to try to blame the baby.
Love,
Mommy
PS - You blow your spot every time you tell me orange juice makes you poop.
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