Where's the Poop?

By | March 13, 2014

Today My daughter decided to play a new game with me. It was kind of like hide and seek, but much much more depressing. A game I can’t win, a game I have already lost. Like the pop-up book she so loves so much, today we played Where’s The Poop.
I was in the kitchen making a snack for the kids when my youngest walks in carrying her diaper. She had removed it and her pants, something that is unfortunately all too common right now.
She handed me the diaper and at first I didn’t think anything of it. Then to my horror I looked inside to see the tell-tale signs of a poop but no poop. I looked to her hoping that she would lead me to my stinky treasure but no dice she just laughed and handed me a new diaper. (How Considerate).
I looked around checking every place I thought she might have left the poop. it wasn’t in the kitchen, bathroom or dining room. I didn’t see it in her bedroom or the hall. It must be somewhere among her toys in the living room.
To be honest, I did at this point consider that maybe she only created the streaks. Unlikely but it could happen. She is a very talented pooper. Unfortunately, I was not as talented at finding the poop. I looked everywhere.
[tweetthis]Today we played a new game. It was a stinky no one wins a game of Where’s the Poop.[/tweetthis]
Finally, I found it. nestled in the corner next to the Legos was a twinkly sized log of unpleasantness. Luckily this was a dryer offering and that section of carpet would not need to be cut out and replaced. I cleaned it up and was ready to put this game behind me, ready to join  the other pointless horrible games we have played in my past, like how fast can hurt myself?, or how long can I cry? , or soccer.
I was proud I cleaned it up and ready to tell my wife. At least that is until she found a long brown streak on our beige couch. “What is this?” She asked. I looked at her and smiled, “Let me tell you about a game we played today.”
Photo from – Steven Depolo – Flickr.comCC

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3 thoughts on “Where's the Poop?

  1. Candice

    You got off easy! My twin girls used to “paint” with their poop at naptime. Imagine walking into a bedroom expecting to find two happy girls who’ve just taken a nap, and instead you find two little girls covered in their own feces, and have proceeded to wipe it on everything in the room. Yeah, I’m really glad they’ve grown out of THAT phase.

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