WHERE is your father???

After a long and rainy day of teaching first graders, I was so ready to get home and relax. However, that was cut short when I realized that daddy had school tonight (working on masters degree). The girls were wild! At one point they were both dressed up with hats, high heels, sunglasses, and purses. Next, they decided jumping off of their toy box would be a blast. Somehow I managed to cook dinner and luckily everyone survived. We ate sausage, corn, biscuits, and oranges. These are my girls' favorite foods so I just try and combine them.

As I am letting my food digest and think I may just fall asleep sitting up, I hear these words come from the playroom, "Mooooom... Fifi has poo poo on her hand." I take off in a sprint (which in itself is a sight to see) to the playroom and OH MY GOSH. FIFI DOES HAVE POO POO ON HER HAND. I scoop her up trying not to touch any of the poo and off we go to the bathroom. I discover that she put her hand in her diaper. Boy, she really had a surprise when she pulled it out didn't she? I lift her to the sink (as I am gagging) and try and wash her hands. BUT-this poo is...hmmm...what can I compare it to? Well, it is the same consistency of clay (gag). THEREFORE-IT WILL NOT JUST WASH OFF (gag). I try and grab some toilet paper to wipe it off and guess what? THERE WAS NONE ON THE ROLL! I have to dig under the sink to get more and by this time Fifi is so grossed out from me gagging and the smell and the fact that she has POO POO on her hand she begins to cry. After I get her hands clean, I go to take her shirt off and LOW AND BEHOLD...

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WHERE IS YOUR FATHER???