Sweet Surprises

It's not that bad that she pooed when I wasn't around. So that when I found her a few minutes later, she reeked.

It's not bad enough that after pooing, she decided to sit on the floor and stick her chubby little hand up the leg of her diaper and play in it.

It's not even bad enough that she painted her legs and feet with the disgusting greenish brown fecal matter. Or the carpet either.

She was given good praise for letting me wipe and scrub her legs to rid them of the dried, caked on crap. She was praised for sitting patiently and letting me scour her arms and hands.

But when it came to her fingers? It then became a game and necessary to chase her down, bear hug her wiggling, protesting little body in my lap and clip those little fingernails to rid them of the underlying poop.

Life smelled better from here.