A Poop Story.

Was I so naive to believe that not in a million years would my child play in her poop? I mean, she's definitely made her attempts to take her diaper off, but never when she's had pants on over it. And she's done her fair share of pooping in the bathtub, but not in the past month or so.

Needless to say, I was caught off guard when I opened the door to her room following nap time. The whole room reeked of stink (not a surprise) and she was holding her hand out saying, "shew!" In the dark room, I couldn't see the wreckage right off and thought she was pointing to the dresser where her previous poopy diaper had been left (Daddy's bad habit). I yelled down the stairs to Chandler asking if the diaper on her dresser was poopy and why it was still there Who could possibly sleep haunted by the literal stench of their last mess? Chandler was on his way up to retrieve the diaper, when I was taken off guard. The streaks on Waverly's bed rail and the, as of yet, unidentified object in her hand tipped me off. I was horrified. Waverly had taken her sweatpants and nasty diaper off and was holding remnants of the disaster in her hand.

Okay, so maybe I could believe that Waverly might do something so nasty, but I really just didn't expect it. Although, I probably should have knowing good and well that her father participated in a very similar activity in his toddler years. Gross. Like father, like daughter.