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The two year molars are beginning to rear their ugly heads. Hunter has all of the signs - sticking his fingers back so far into his mouth that it's amazing he doesn't gag, drooling until his shirt is drenched, a constant runny nose (unfortunately Hunter has learned to wipe his nose with his sleeve, or worse his wrist, instead of patiently waiting for me to get a tissue), coughing all night long, and of course the poop changes. (No shame here peeps. Kids' poop consistency is often a conversation topic for me at work. So I have no problem referencing my own kids poop here for y'all.)

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So as a result of the poop issues, last week Hunter had a little accident at school. Now being the good parent that I am, I haven't switched out the spare clothes that we keep in Hunter's cubby since last season, so when I went to pick him up, this is what he was wearing...

(He's really embarrassed about the outfit, hence the fight during our photo shoot.) Ms. Hadzira (hah-jir-uh), Hunter's teacher, told me, "I tried to pull his socks up so his legs could be a little warmer." Thanks Ms. H. Loving that look. I'm sure Hunter was really excited about walking down the hall with shorts and hiked up socks.

Little did he know there are worse looks than that one. This week Hunter had another poop accident at school. The problem this time is that mommy forgot to bring up a replacement pair of pants for him, so when I went into his room and saw the bag with his pants in his cubby, I was really nervous to walk into the kitchen and see what my kid was wearing. Would he just be in his diaper? Surely not....No ladies and gentleman, he's not in a diaper. He's in PINK, girl pants...with dolls and hearts on them. Nice.

The best part about this is that my dad and I had plans to go visit one of his tenants that day to see if it would be a good place to have Hunter's birthday party. I wasn't too worried because I thought, it'll just be family members and the owner.

Except, uh no. We get there and it's open bounce...kids are everywhere. Hunter freaked. Not because of the pants, but because he was crazy overstimulated by all of the screaming 8 year olds. Oh yeah, and one of them touched him. A lesson for all of the kids out there: DO NOT touch my kid if you don't want to be screamed down in public, especially if you're a strange 8 year old. I promise my child will scream at you. Loudly. And then he will have a melt down on the floor.

This is exactly why we moved to the toddler area and stayed in that portion of Bounce Town for the remainder of our visit. As you can see, the toddler area didn't bother Hunter nearly as much as the huge inflatable bounces with large srecaming kids everywhere. I think he had so much fun in the toddler area, alone, that he totally forgot about those embarrasing pink pants...