Hi nice friends!
There is a time and a place for pooping. The time for pooping is any time at all, because it is very fun to do. The place for pooping is somewhere that is NOT MY HEAD!
I love Mr. Mordred more than I love most things in the world, even cheese, and I am so veryvery glad that he is home from the hospital place, and that our family pack is all together again. But when he makes poop that is runny, and he leaves it in places that are places that my head usually goes, and I don't see it before I put my head down, then I have to go and cry and wipe it off somewhere soft like Daddy and Our Mommy Girl's nice, warm bed, and then they cry without tears, but with voices that are upset and sad. Not upset with Mr. Mordred, because they know he cannot help it, and not at me, because they know I do not want to have poop on my head, but just upset.
But I would rather have Mr. Mordred at home and pooping wrong places than not have him home at all.
xoxoMorgane
