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View submission: The poop knife
I had a butter knife near the commode dedicated to chopping up my son’s poop. Then I realized some good samaritan might return said knife to the kitchen! I confiscated the garden trowel for poop purposes. Btw, no others in the house to warn. My son was in grade school and could shit a turd the girth of a beer can. It was painful, of course, and I felt so badly for him while stifling my guffaw. Yes, after several attempts at a solution, “we” worked it out. No ten inpunded.
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