Literally.
We had company tonight for dinner. Fellow parents-fortunately. We got our girls (they have two as well) settled for eating, which as you may know, generally requires several trips up from the table by the mamas. We were all seated around the table while Brielle was doing an excellent job of entertaining herself in the exersaucer. We sang our prayer, and began serving, when, just as expected according to Murphy’s Law of Parenting, Brielle began to fuss in high gear. Kevin went to rescue her, pulled her up out of the exersaucer, and I, in great surprise, hollered across the table where our so understanding friends were beginning to eat, “WHAT does she have on her feet?”
The soles of her feet were yellow! It was poo! She had filled her socks with poo! How in the world?
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