Charlie is GREAT in the car. Give him 2 minutes and he is snoozin' soundly. He napped almost the entire trip to Macon (which is about two hours.) But the trip back to Athens was different. After about 45 minutes, he woke up screaming. The wails coming from the back seat were heartbreaking! I knew it had to be gas or a dirty diaper, neither of which I could fix until we got to a good stopping spot. So poor, pitiful Charlie had to scream (and his grandparents had to listen) for about 10 minutes. Which, of course, felt like hours. Once we hit the first gas station, I discovered that poop was indeed the culprit. It was up his back and all over his cute little Thanksgiving outfit. I had to strip him down and wipe him off and Marc had to get a picture of his cute little tushy.
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