Yesterday Daniel was turning the laundry over when he informed me there was some mud still on the clothes. But wait. No. What's that smell? Okay, so it's not mud. It's poop. In the washing machine.
Mommy Sleuth deducted that a certain potty training child must have had an accident, put the dirty underwear in his hamper, gotten dressed again and gone about his day. How nice of him.
2 comments:
oh my!
lol! one way or another, they make sure that we will be faced with unanticipated poop.
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