It was a beautiful day. Daddy was coaching a lacrosse game....that needless to say was "one of the greatest days of his life..." ...oh sports. Really? So I fed the babies dinner and we headed out for a walk. I decided to walk over to my friend Ryan's house to play. We get there.....are visiting...it is so lovely outside....when I hear her say "Holy Poop!" What? The babies are in the stroller. It could not be one of my babies she is referring to, right? I look over and they are both smiling and hanging out. And then it happened. I saw it. Virginia then lifted her leg. Oh no. There it was. All over the stroller. So we go check out the damage, it can't be that bad. We see it. Ok. It is bad. And then she had to go and move her legs in excitement that we were paying such attention to her. "Stop. Don't move!" we say....and then she moves her hands in excitement. Yep. That poop is now on her face. We then strategically plan the cleanup. But of course we had to get documentation first.
The cleanup went well. Ryan may or may not agree. She may or may not have poop in her car. She may or may not have poop on her clothes. But she surely has poop on her driveway considering I stepped in the mess and got it everywhere. Shame. Luckily it was a group effort and got it all cleaned up. Kind of. The stroller has seen it's better day. And on the walk home...we had a doggy bag of poop hanging on the stroller. But we don't have a dog. Nice start to the weekend.....

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