Yes, really, poop. If you don't want to read about my daughter's bowel, skip this post.
|This photo has absolutely nothing to do with poop.|
Tonight Mike brought home donuts from work. Halfway through eating her donut, Lily got up to go poop. When she came back she asked for a treat. I told her that the donut was a treat. She disagreed, seeing how she was eating it before poop ever entered the picture. So I told her she could have a treat after she finished the donut - I, of course, assuming she would be full of donut and not have room for a treat. With one swift motion, she unhinged her jaw and shoved the donut down her throat: "Treat, please". Guess she earned those four pretzel M&M's.