The ruckus was terrible. Stomping feet up the stairs, the sound of the high pressure shower setting splashing water everywhere, the unmistakable whine of a resisting toddler.
What on earth is going on?
After some intervention, my best soothing voice and a little triage—it was poop.
“Honey, poop is not an emergency”.
”It is when it happens during qualifying!!”
Point taken.
girl at large 