A Surprise for Daddy

I still need to write about Easter, but after that last post I need to lighten the mood.  And I have the perfect tale to tell. 

Due to his work schedule, Punky usually has only one full day a week with her dad.  When we're home together she tends to cling more to me, so I'm glad they have that day together alone while I'm at work.  And I'm also glad she pulls her worst stunts on his shift.

Last week he needed to use the bathroom.  You can't ignore nature's calls even when you have to keep an eye on a toddler.  Usually she accompanies me to the potty, but he seems to manage a few minutes of privacy while she plays in another room.  He keeps the door open and will call her when one of those odd silences signal she's up to no good.

After a few minutes he no longer heard the music from the toy she was playing with and needed to know what she was doing.  He called her and she came trotting in the bathroom right away like she usually does.  Only this time, she had a surprise for Daddy.

Two patties full of crap.  Not junk.  Not stuff.  Shit.  The real deal.  Apparently she stuck both hands down the back of her diaper and pulled out two good handfuls, then proudly pranced in the bathroom and held them up for him to see.  So, in addition to cleaning her up of course, he also had to search the living room for anything she may have touched before showing him her treasure.

He he he...