
I'd accuse Edie, but I know exactly where her poop ends up. I'd accuse Kitty, but we all know that grown women don't poop. I'm pretty sure it's not me, so that leaves Finn.
He insists it's not him.
And why would it be? It's not like I watch him walk out of the bathroom without washing his hands, only to walk in 2 minutes later and see a giant piece of poop in the toilet, right? I mean, I would expect this if I also watched him sit on the toilet after waking up in the morning and magically pee out from under the toilet seat all over the bathroom floor. But who would do that?
Because that would be crazy. And really gross.
As Finn was cracking a joke last night about how no one needs to be taught how to poop, I couldn't help but think of those toilet-paper-less poops in the toilet.
I'll unmask you at some point, Mad Pooper, I swear.
But first I need to clean up this mysterious puddle of pee on the floor...
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You are so funny. I wish I had had that sense of humor when my kids were little.
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