Mommy’s Law , which has previously been defined,
(by yours truly,)
as (n.) An adage or maxim that states that as soon as one thinks that everything is going wonderfully, something must occur to knock one down a peg, or two,
has been amended;
That is to say that an addition must be made to this doctrine.
The First Amendment goes a little something like this:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
And, if you ever decide to give your baby an extra long, luxurious, fastidious bath,
and then dress said baby in her cleanest, crispest, starkest white pajamas,
you can be sure that, without a shadow of a doubt,
that shall be the day when your baby decides to have her first poopslosion.
Oh?
What’s that you say?
You need for me to define “poopsplosion”?
Come over.
Yeah, you.
Come on over.
Head down to washing machine.
Check out the state of the aforementioned  clean, crisp, stark white pajamas.
Then, there will be no mistaking to what I am referring when I deem said event as a “poopsplosion”.
Just trust me.
So, be sure to get out your bright red pen and mark down this change in the Mommy’s Law handbook.
That’s just the way we roll in the land of mom.
With liberty and justice for all.