i came home from church on wednesday night and glen tells me how his night went with emma taylor. it went something like this...
"she had the biggest poop ever. no really the biggest i have ever seen. it was everywhere. it was on the floor, on the table, on my shirt and my sock."
all i can say is i have the best husband ever and how it got on everything i am not sure. thanks honey for taking care of e.t. especially during these times. i am glad i wasn't here to experience the biggest poop ever but no worries-- somehow i can still smell it as i sit here 2 hours later in our living room...
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