Is That Poop? Part III

Okay, 0kay, this is the last post in the, “Is That Poop?” trilogy. I won’t gross you out any longer. Do you see what my life has become though? Days filled with poop. This morning was no exception. As I saw the Princess at the end of the hallway semi-squatting and pushing I knew she was going poop. So I yelled, “Wait! Let’s go to the bathroom.” So she ran into our bathroom and started to pull her pajama pants down. I checked the back of her diaper and seeing no poop yet, I quickly helped her undress. Excited, I sat down on the toilet seat to patiently wait. Before I could sit, I stepped in something soft. At the same time I yelled, the Princess yelled (since she saw it before I stepped in it) too. I didn’t know it, but a little round poo poo fell out of the diaper when I was quickly undressing her. Underneath my foot mashed now into the bathroom carpet, I could only laugh and laugh and laugh. I might be going mad. My princess did not go poop on the toilet today but she did think it was quite funny that her mommy stepped in her poo poo.