Warning. This Post Has the Word Poop In It.

One evening last week daughter pulled into the drive way and THGGM announced to everyone that Mommy was here!

I grabbed up Feintsje and said "I'm going to quickly change him, since he pooped on my watch."

Poor Kado.  He was SO confused and ran after me saying, "HE pooped on YOUR watch?  He POOPED on your WATCH?  Show me?!  Show me where he pooped on your watch!"

I tried to explain it to him as I changed Feintsje so Mommy could hug a sweet smelling boy.

But my explanation didn't help all that much.

"I was watching him when he pooped, so I need to be the one to change him."

"Why did you watch him poop?"

"Well, I didn't WATCH him, but I was the one who was taking care of him at the time he did it."

"Can I see the poop on your watch?"

Just to be clear, I don't wear a watch.  It just sits there on the counter in my pretty pink bathroom.  There is no need for me to wear a watch as I'm not planning to go anywhere.  Anyway, there are clocks EVERYWHERE in this house.

But when I went to bed that night, I noticed my watch was in a different place.  Someone must have checked.  You know, just to be sure that there really wasn't poop on my watch.