I warped the colors in this photo so you believe what I said without gagging.

I was journaling something sweet about my two-year-old daughter Briani the other day when she suddenly stood in front of the bedroom fan looking at me.  In just seconds a rancid smell of caca hit my nose prompting me to notice that she not only had her diapers by her ankles but that her hands and neck were stained with poop.

“Ha, ha!” she said mischeviously as I rushed to her side to contain the poop and told her not to move.  A quick scan of the nearby floor and hallway revealed a major case “of poopizide.” (more…)