While I was at the gym this evening attempting to complete my 5K run on the treadmill ( can you tell I'm proud of myself??), the following transpired.
From the kitchen Jay hears:
"I have to poop."
" Ok, let's go to the potty."
"No daddy, I have poop."
At this point, dear dad is concerned and heads over to assess the situation.
"Daddy, I have poop on me" in an oddly happy and excited tone.
Jay investigates...
Liv had a massive, up the back blow-out, she and the play mat are coated.
"Daddy, I have poop on my face, it's funny!"
Yep, sure enough she has, while playing and hugging her sister, Paige managed to coat the front of her face in a thin layer of poo. It stretched from the hairline to the chin. The nose, assuming because it protrudes, has a micro nugget stuck to it.
"I have poop on my face, it's stinky, I have poop on my face, it's funny!"
The photo gives a small sample of the mess.
Daddio is going to think twice before bedtime kisses tonight!
WARNING.... PHOTO BELOW IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!!!!!
And so, apparently all it takes is a little poop to inspire me to write a little something about our dear Paige.








