Well, it finally happened. My child pooped in the bathtub. Guh-rosss!!! She'd been making bubbles during the bath and then right before it was time to get out... icky! Doug and I had a very mature debate over who should clean it up. I won with the following excuse:
"Sorry, but I'm about to spend time with God. God trumps poop!"
:)
3 comments:
I must be psychic.
Maman
nice.
-m
Lila, that wasn't very nice! I don't remember your Daddy doing that one!
love, Grammie
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