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aaand the afternoon went to shit.
No, literally - poor Dillo got the classic "I'm eating solid foods and now I'm stopped up" blues. And cried in pain. And pooped. Three times. Then at Elmo's he pooped some more (and by "some more" I mean to emphasize the "more"), but no crying this time. He seems better now, and he should be, because since about 4 he has produced a volume of shit comparable to - well, there was a lot of poop, people.
Note to self: more applesauce.
Note to self: more applesauce.
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