Since we have attempted to potty-train Anna, she has become sneakier with her bowel movements. Gone are the days of unabashed, public pooping. Forget about kind, truthful confessions of being caught in the act. A new era is born and is epitomized by Anna’s Stealth Bomber Poop Attack. This dastardly deed includes particularly pungent fecal matter that somehow sneaks in beneath the radar and quickly permeates the air-space while seizing and destroying all olfactory systems within a one mile radius. Symptoms of exposure include involuntary wrinkling of the nose, dry heaves, and frantic searching for wet wipes.
Anna’s psalm of plenty: My pee-pad runneth over.
Anna’s Lamanite psalm: They say my mattress stinketh, but to me it doth not stink.
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