It’s not every day you walk into the kitchen to find a large turd laying lifeless on the floor.  Today. was. that. day.

“MOM I poop turd in there” Lela yells through my closed bedroom door. What the…..wait you just pooped your pants twice in the last five minutes, what is going on, I thought exiting my bedroom. I could feel my blood pressure rise as I visualized myself washing a third pair of undies out in the tub.

Just then I connected visually with my husband standing guard over the lonely turd. I noticed he was fighting back a big BAHHHAHA laugh. He was grinning ear to ear. “Now this is a good blog story” he said.

“Nasty” I responded retreating to my bedroom declaring no contest. “Take a Photo” I yelled sarcastically.

“Well I’m not going to take a photo of it if you’re not going to blog about it,” he responded on his way to clean up the evidence with a smile.

Why are toddlers so afraid to put their “poop turds” (as Lela says) in the potty? It remains a mystery in this house.