Emma is yelling for me.
Crying. And yelling.
Olivia says: "Mommy! Emma is poopy!"
[Yes, this IS going to be a poop post].
So, I grab the wipes and a Pull-up and find Emma standing in the living room. Actually, she was sort of squatting and bouncing up and down -- as if to dislodge something.
And she has huge tears rolling down her face.
"Mommy! Poop! STUCK!"
"Your poop is stuck?"
"YESH! Ow!!!!! STUCK!" And she continues to bounce up and down....yelling "poop! stuck!"
And this, my friends, is the comic relief for my day.
(For the record, nothing was "stuck"....it was just Emma being overly dramatic. As usual. THAT is why it was so funny. I'm not a horrible mother who would actually LAUGH if her child was in REAL pain.)