Yesterday Matt and I started to smell something funky and we asked Allie is she was poopy. Will (2 1/2) being the good big cousin decided it was his job to check her and went over to lift up her shirt and try and check her. She started to squirm away but the look on his face followed quickly by a gag did indeed tell us that she was poopy. We haven't laughed that hard in a while. :)