Well, this is a family website, after all.  And what would a family website be without a little poop? This is a story about excrement.  Let’s get earthy.  This is where the crap hits the fan!

The other day could have flushed my joys down the toilet.  I mean, I could have decided to complain about my two-year-old’s recent forte of dabbling in a new medium of finger painting.  Well, it’s free, right? It’s plentiful, right? And it has a curious texture, right -wait, how do you know?

Truthfully, I was on such a high (stay tuned for that reason) that it didn’t phase me.  It rarely does.  My daughter, who’s now six, used to do the exact same thing until I had to put her in bed for a nap in backwards sleepers (with the feet cut out of them), zip them up the back and safety pin the top.  Because this is the third time now that my little devil has experimented with his doo-doo, well, Mom will just have to resort to her little tricks (ha-ha, gotcha!).

Just so you don’t think I’m lying to you (what a real dumb thing to lie about), here’s a picture of his hand after I whisked him into the tub.  “My, what a lovely shade of burnt umber!”  After much scrubbing and fussing (on his part), he came out smelling like a rose.  Ahhhh.

Kids are a hoot.  Do you have a funny story to tell?  We could all use a good laugh!