I spent some time trying to come up with a headline to lead into a story of my daughter taking a dump on the floor and couldn't really come up with anything. I got nothing.
So, anyway, she's gotten into a habit lately of slowly removing her clothes over the span of about 10 minutes. It's like she's a little stripper roaming around the house. A little stripper that loves fruit bars. So, she loses the socks. A few minutes later, it's the pants. And finally her turtleneck onesie. By this point I'm searching my wallet for a whole bunch of one dollar bills. Anyway, she's running around in her diaper and stops midway between me and my wife. At this point, time sort of slows down. If this were an action movie, a car would crash through the side of our house or a hale of gunfire would break out. Instead, my daughter takes off her diaper, bends over slightly, I believe there was a slight groan, and then plop, turd on the carpet. It was kind of a little bit awesome. But really more nasty than anything.
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