Dear DD, I'm sorry!

Dear DD,

I'm sorry that after you ate your dinner I didn't realized you pooped yourself.  I cleaned the kitchen for 30 minutes while singing you songs and had no clue that you were sitting in poo that traveled up to your nipples.  You haven't had a diarrhea blow out in a long time and I have gotten used to your little turds.  I'm not sure if I'll be able to save the onesie but I promise to check next time if you get quiet and give me funny looks while I sing to you.  Please work out a way of letting me know next time you have diarrhea all over your stomach and chest.

Love,

Your Mom