What could be worse than your dog having diarrhea in your son’s bedroom, the same room that the Littlest Boy rolls around on the floor the most, just an hour before bedtime? (And trust me, that’s pretty bad!)
I’ll tell you what could be worse, the Eldest Boy coming into your room in the middle of the night and telling you that there is even worse diarrhea in the same room and that it smells so bad in there that it woke him up.
There was liquefied shit every where in there. I think she just stood in the middle of the room and allowed her ass to explode in every direction. I imagine her standing there and firing that thing off like a machine gun, spinning her ass around for maximum coverage. I don’t think she could have done a more thorough job if she had intentionally spread her shit in every possible spot.
It has not been a happy time in my house this night.