Words you don't want to hear. Isaac came out of the bathroom yesterday evening with his pants around his ankles and says, "Daddy, my poop fell out."
And there it was, on the bathroom floor.
"It's warm!" was his observation. Somehow my flosser thingy also ended up on the floor, close enough to the poop that I immediately threw it in the dishwasher.
Posted by joe at March 30, 2006 02:30 PM