Revenge.

This is a tale of toddlers and gross things they do.

Cast of Characters:

Me (I'm me.)
Carrie (That's my sister.)
Georgia (That's my niece, she's 2 & 1/2 or so.)
Dad (That's my Dad.)


My sister sent me a picture text of... something.

Carrie: Dad requested that I take a picture*.

Me: What is that?

Carrie: It is a poop. On the coffee table. Where poop goes, silly.

Me: Georgia poop?

Me: Hahahaha, "no, it's not Georgia poop." That would be amazing.

Carrie: Well it's not MY poop.

Me: Ahahahaha, I realized the implications of my question immediately after hitting send.

Carrie: She hurt her ear on the table and I yelled at it, and told it I was very upset with it.

Carrie: And then I went back to reading, and Georgia ran up to me and said "a poop! A poop, a coffee table! A stinky!"

Carrie: So it was revenge.

Me: Justice was served. I'm in tears laughing.

Carrie: Then before I took the picture, she grabbed a piece of papertowel and ran over like she was going to take care of it.

Me: Aw, helpful.

Carrie: She tries.


*My favourite way to make my dad laugh is to mention poop. It's not the only way, of course, but it gets a great reaction.