poop patrol

My children have all been blessed with my bloodhound sense of smell. It is really a curse more than a blessing... I'm always the first one to smell anything remotely not fresh, and that is a burden to carry when you have a husband who thinks it is funny to say things like "Well the first one who smelt it, dealt it." (Ahh... they really never get past 8th grade, do they?)

I was trying to get Everett's picture of the day, and Gray was investigating any goings-on in the diaper area. This day we were good. Other days.... well, it isn't so pretty.