Uh - Oh -- Houston, I have a problem

As I've mentioned before, sometimes Mommy and Daddy think I should document something once I've noticed a trend. At first, Mommy just thought it was a coincidence that I kept saying "uh-oh" when I had a poopy diaper. Then it happened a second time. Well, this evening Daddy thought I was being really cute when I started saying "uh-oh." Mommy told Daddy he should check my diaper to see if I'd made a mess in it. (I'm a baby, these things happen, you know.) Sure enough, I had a great present for him. Uh-oh!