The Pooper Scooper
Favorite part of my day right here. Give me all the Daddy and kiddie snuggles! Ah! Love them.
They wake up (looking so) perfect.
Dad's home and that means all sorts of better things. One of them: he builds extra awesome marble runs. Way cooler than the lame ones Mom built.
Turns out, I build lame tents too. My saving grace: their expectations. Anything Mama does is still the best thing ever.
Except when she yells. Then she's not the best thing ever. Couldn't help myself this time though. It went something like this:
*Mom realizes it's too quiet in the house*
"Hey, what are you guys doing?" called from the living room.
"We're pooping together, Mom!"
"Wait. What?! Pooping together? How? Like, on the same seat?"
*Mom realizing what's happening*
"Oh no! That's not a toilet!"
*Mom sprinting into the bathroom.*
"NO AMELIA!!! STOP POOPING!! NO!! THAT'S NOT A TOILET! THAT'S A BIDET! YOU KNOW THAT!! C'MON GIRL!!"
*One giant turd stuck to the bowl of the bidet*
Guess who had to scoop it out? You guessed it. This girl. While wearing Ella Mae. And when I went to wipe Amelia's butt - after getting Bearett off the toilet and transferring her from the bidet - Ella Mae's binky fell right out of her mouth and onto the poop. Just...poop. Goodbye precious, brand new, scarcely available binky. For Pete's sake!
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