Gross...I don't know what else to say...

Me and my sweet baby Dalton.

I had to at least put a good picture, because the rest of this story makes me want to gag...still...

The day that I made Whoopie Pies, I swept and mopped my floor.

I think it's always good to start off a project with a clean house.

That way when you are done, you only have a project mess to clean instead of a house mess.

I fed my kids lunch and they made a disaster.

I sliced up peaches and the kids got sticky peach juice everywhere.

So, I swept and mopped my floor...again.

Then I let them eat Whoopie Pie.

Naturally, they made a huge disaster.

I sighed and started picking up pieces of discarded whoopie pie.

I reached down to pick up one chunk of pumpkin colored mess.

The piece I picked up felt kind of squishy.

It didn't feel like cookie.

Can you see where this is going?

If you're a mom...you might be able to guess...

So, I decided to smell it.

(I'm gagging just remembering this...)

Whoopie Pie would smell like pumpkin spice.

It didn't smell like pumpkin spice...it smelled like poop.

Like poop and peaches.

I started to gag.

I tossed it in the trash and started to scrub my hands, my arms, etc.

Then I turned to my baby...who giggled with all of the sudden attention.

"You..." was all I could manage.

I picked him up and more pooped out peaches squished out of his diaper and onto the floor.

Now that I was paying attention, I could find a trail of poop everywhere that he had been in the last half hour.

So, I spent the rest of the afternoon scrubbing the baby, the floors, the carpet, myself, everyone's hands, the floors again, etc.

To top off a fabulous day...

my 3 year old pooped in the bath that night.

And I spent all night scrubbing...again.