There must be a Murphy's Law that says: "When you are dressed to the nines, that is when mishaps/mini disasters/poop happens."My daughter, her two children, my husband and I had attended the Celebration of Life service for a dear friend of ours. It was exceptionally hot outside and we were anxious to get home. My husband was in the rear seat of Rochelle's SUV facing our one-year-old granddaughter in her car seat. Hubby was entertaining Brie and she was giggling and having a great time with Papa.
"Why did you give her chocolate?" Hubby shouted from the rear.
"What chocolate? I didn't give her any chocolate. William, did you give your sister some chocolate?
"MOM, it isn't chocolate. It's POO!"
Brie had been cleaning out her diaper and handing the poo to Papa. She thought it was a great game. Papa.....not so much. It was too late. He had already taken some 'chocolate' from his granddaughter.
