The Incident of the Poop on the Rug

It was after bath. There were twins running around, naked. I looked at one; the other pooped on the rug. It happened in a turn of the head with no warning. I cleaned up the poop and thought “He just pooped so we are safe with him for a while; I’ll diaper the girl first since she is now a greater poop risk.”

It’s a good thing I don’t work as an actuary. While I was diapering her he squatted next to me, looked at me, and pooped again. On the rug. Then he stepped in it and tracked it all over the rug.

I thought “He just pooped so we are safe with him for a while. I can clean this up before I diaper him.” I am a slow learner. While I was cleaning that up, guess what he did. Come on. Guess.

You’re close. He pooped, but it wasn’t on the rug this time. It was on the hardwood floor. The rug is now rolled up and in the closet until we rent a steam cleaner. Potty training is so much fun.

Stumble it!

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