This morning I was sitting at the computer in the living room. My 2 year old daughter walked in from the Family room wearing nothing at all and said, “Daddy, Poopoo!â€. Now this may seem like an extraordinary thing for a toddler to do, but I’ve kind of gotten used to it. She does it almost every day now.
I got up from my chair to collect her clothing and bring her upstairs to get dressed. I found her clothes in the middle of the floor in the family room and her diaper was on the floor between the coffee table and the couch. I picked up the diaper and inspected the interior. Much to my chagrin, I observed remnants of where a chunk of my daughter's finest poo had once rested. I wondered to myself, ‘Where is it now?’ That is when I caught sight of a large chunk of her shit sitting on the couch. I got some paper towels and picked it up ever so gingerly along with her diaper and clothing. While I was doing this, she hopped up on the couch to sit down. Naturally she had poo smeared all over her backside. So I grabbed her and headed upstairs for a bath.









