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You might have noticed that Elizabeth was pretty low-key during our Kohl’s adventure. She was so content that I didn’t check her diaper for a couple hours. I realized this when Frank, Elizabeth and I were sitting outside at Dino’s and I noticed a wet spot on her skirt. I  said “Elizabeth, do you have a wet diaper?” Her response, “No!” I told her that I would change her diaper as soon as we were finished lunch.

This must have gotten her thinking about potty-ing. The next thing I know, she hops off the chair and squats down saying something about  “stinky.”  I glanced over at the two men having lunch next to us, unaware of the toddler taking a shit next to them.

When she stands back up, I say that it’s time for a diaper change and whisk her off to the car. As we stand next to the car taking the diaper off, all these little rabbit-sized turds start rolling around the parking lot. I scoop them up and finish putting a clean diaper on her.

We rejoined Frank at the table and Elizabeth munches on a few more fries. I try to discreetly tell Frank what he missed in the parking lot. Frank says, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, “you mean turds?” “Yes,” I say glancing down to where Elizabeth has just dropped a fry. To my horror, I see several turds on the ground between us and our neighbors. I react as quickly and nonchalantly as possible, swiping up the turds into a napkin and carefully glancing at our neighbors, prepared to say something about toddlers and their chocolate.

It seems that Elizabeth’s Fuzzy Bunz became rather damp and were weighed down enough to start sagging, opening up a gap around her legs wide enough for turds to escape.

After such an exciting morning I decided to postpone our Walmart trip. I didn’t think I could take any more adventure, so we dropped Frank back at the office and came home. We do have to venture out to Walmart as soon as she wakes up though. I’m sure you’ll hear about it if our day continues as it started.