An unusual family.

Anyone sensitive to poop, please stop reading....Consider yourself warned.

Mya was going to the bathroom today. On the toilet, thankfully.

After a good 10 minutes she called me in to wipe. A glorious job parents get to do for far too long. Better that than let her do it herself. Anyway...

She climbed off the toilet, feet asleep, big marks on her legs and peered back into the bowl.

"Look, mom, it's a family. A poop family."

Sure enough, her individual poops looked like what a 3 year old would determine as a poop family all clustered together at the bottome of the bowl. And then she continued...

"But the dad died. He's still in my tummy."