Since this is a family blog, I'll say my morning was pooptastic. Sad to say that after 2 successful, non-stressful poop-on-the-potty days, I had a traumatic morning. I awoke to the stench of poop and Alex telling me he had poop. I wake up and let me just say, thank the heavens that I do not have carpet. There were poop streaks in the kitchen, living room, hallway, and my room. There was a huge pile of poop in front of the kitchen sink.
Alex had his pants down and I can only assume he tried to take his pants off. I had to throw his underwear and pants away because I refuse to clean them. I put Alex in the tub, he had poop all down his legs. The whole time, he was gagging. It was miserable.
The only good thing about that was that Ross was still sleeping.
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