Eleanor is a stinker. Literally. I was cleaning the lunch dishes. She was in the playroom. She called me into the playroom, "Mom, I have a stinky meatball!" (Oh, geez, not another accident!) I go in to the playroom and she is naked, pointing to the couch. On the couch there is a perfect (and large!) piece of poop sitting there. It's not squished or mashed. It looks as though she squatted on the couch, did the deed, and then jumped down to the ground to call for me.
AAAAHHHHHHH.....
De la révolution
6 years ago