Thursday, January 12, 2012

Mystery Poo

I thought I did well. My nephew pooped, I wiped him with minimal face making, washed my hands, he pulled up his shorts, walked out. I came back to the bathroom a few minutes later, and narrowly missed stepping on a random poo dropping in the middle of the floor. Why? How? This is why I'm not a mom yet.

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