Party Pooper

Parker, I'm writing this from hearsay(thank goodness)! Tonight I went out to run a few errands and left you and Payton home with Daddy to go over to Ava and Charly's to swim. As the story has been told to me, it started to get stormy so you girls went inside to play, and the daddy's stayed outside talking. At some point the big girls must have lost track of you, because you went into the half bathroom downstairs to take care of some dirty business. Well, they eventually found you and ran panicked to the back door, "DAD, Parker needs you! She's in the bathroom and she's crying!" As the story goes, your dad (and I assume Karl) came in to find you with poop smeared on your legs and who knows where else, and you'd used every bit of toilet paper in some attempt to clean yourself up only managing to rub yourself raw removing very little of the poop. So your poor daddy had to clean you up, flush the toilet using a plunger and many attempts, and somehow attack the mess that is our dear friends bathroom. You must have been EXTRA sweet to him tonight because he was able to laugh about it in the end, and somehow you got a sucker out of the whole thing because he was really proud of you for trying to use the potty. I have been told that the two of you had a long in depth talk about always letting Mommy or Daddy know when you need to go poop. Oh how I wish Leslie had been there with a camera! (OK, not really Leslie, but that someone would have taken a photo)