DH just emailed me. The subject line said "Your son" -
"Pooped in his crib. Where are the sheets?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Apparently, Jacob becomes MY son when he does something bad. This is our first mess up in the crib, and of course it happens when I'm not there. Thank goodness my MIL will be there in about an hour for her weekly visit. Gotta love husbands...
Re: So now he's my son...
Too funny.