Someone is pooping in our toilets and I can't figure out who it is. This mystery is frustrating not just because I have cameras in each of our bathrooms (in addition to most public restrooms in the Greater Seattle area), but also because this Mad Pooper either does not know how to, or simply does not care to, flush. Or use toilet paper.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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