Daycare all day. Kelly says you were great, happy and no poops.
Daddy gets you home and...oh my. He tells me you had the worst poop. I'll spare you from a detailed account if the smell or consistency.
You have to know however that Daddy got his fingers in it.
Yup...poop fingers.
And he had a bandaid on his finger. Poop got on it.
Poop doesn't just wash off a bandaid...and that bandaid was officially done.
Thanks for saving that for Daddy!
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