right?
So, I modified the lyrics to Lump by Presidents of the U.S.A. and now I have a diaper-time classic for the baby girl: “It’s lump, it’s lump, it’s lump, it’s in my pants…”
Some ’90’s new dad must have already been there done that with that song when it was out.
By the way, could I be any more excited about the solidification of the baby girl’s number two? That sudden change in states of matter is, and I’m not religious, a godsend.