WARNING

Those with weak stomachs do not read any further...

So this morning, only about 10 minutes after I changed her, Mary came to me and said "poop, poop." I said, "did you poop?" She nodded her head yes. I felt her diaper and it felt flat to me. I said "honey, you didn't poop." She proceeded to pull her changing mat out from under the side table and smoothed it out on the floor. I told her to go get a baby doll and she could "change her diaper." That got her mind off it.

Jump ahead a few minutes. Mary's been getting over a cold and hasn't been eating. It's always a struggle to get something "breakfasty" in her, so I went for the no fail bacon this morning. She loves bacon. She can easily eat 2 strips. So there I am, frying up bacon in the kitchen. She wants me to hold her, so I pick her up. Once it was ready, I tore up a couple of pieces for her and set it on a plate with some waffle. I'm licking my fingers (yeah, I love bacon that much too. Can't waste the fat on a napkin) and I realize that my left ring finger stinks. What is that smell? I immediately washed it, since it smelled that bad. We proceeded to eat breakfast. I cleaned my plate and Mary only picked at hers. I went to pull her out of her chair and realized her pajama bottoms were wet. What's that? There's that smell again. Suddenly it dawned on me. The light bulb over my dim little head finally dinged on. Ewwwww, she DID poop. Yep, there it was. Diarrhea with leakage. Gag! I licked my finger!!!!!!!! Double gag!

So the lesson for the day...whenever Mary tells me she pooped, I need to check her. She probably did.