On the day that Junior turned 3 months old, we were on our way back to SFO from Seattle. He handled the flight back like a seasoned veteran and pretty much slept the whole way. He had some mischief up his sleeve, however, when he decided to let a bucket load of poop out just as the pilot was making his final descent into SFO. Of course that meant that we were stuck in our seats without any way of changing his diaper. He made mommy and daddy smell his creation until we were able to finally change his diaper at the nursery next to our landing gate. Needless to say, the poop leaked a little onto his clothes, but luckily we had the nursery all to ourselves and an extra set of clothes on hand. As you can see from the picture, he was very proud of himself.

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