An Epic Poo-saster

Today when we went to pick you up from Isla’s you were still in the outfit you’d been in when we dropped you off this morning. This is a rarity, and I commented on it. I then bent over to pick you up from the Exercauser and pulled you in to give you a kiss, and I realized you were all wet. Dirty, is a better word. You had poo running down your leg and it was all over your feet and the Exercauser. It got all over my arm and shirt. Your dad took you and cleaned you off and changed you, while I cleaned myself and the Exercauser. Apparently I spoke to soon about making it through the day in one outfit!

Hanging with dad at the soccer field, post poo-saster

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