This afternoon, Hailey asked quit nicely to take a nap. This has never happened so I quickly responded, even though she had had no lunch and put her to bed. As I peacefully ate my lunch I could hear her chatting to her self and singing various songs such as twinkle twinkle and her new favorite Happy Birthday. After an hour and half of singing she began to get restless and want out. I had accepted the fact there was no sleeping in her future so went to save her. Much to my dismay this is what I found.
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| No that is not chocolate on her face |
| Yep, it's poop art. Her crib was covered, not to mention her hands feet and face. |
| I didnt know where to start, So I decided taking pictures would buy me time to formulate a plan. |
| You don't want to know what happened to the "H" and the "L" |
| Another Casualty |
At what age to kids realize that Poop is not a writing utensil (like crayons) and realize it's quite disgusting not to mentions stinks especially when smeared around a room?






