It happened. I knew it was inevitable. I knew there was no way I could have 3+ kids and NOT end up with poop on the floor eventually, but I have to admit it was shocking nonetheless. You get three guesses who did it. That's right. Sam. And one guess to figure out who found it (and I'll give you a clue there, too...it wasn't me, Jackson, or Ryan...hmmmm). LUCKILY, I saw it in her hand BEFORE she ate any, because I swear I would've put her up for adoption under those circumstances with a note attached to her that said "I love her dearly, she is perfect in every way, but after what I witnessed, I'll never be able to kiss her again. Therefore I want her to go to a home where she can still be kissed." Whew, so we dodged THAT bullet. I hope no one ever has to conduct a human waste blacklight test in my house cause it would be beyond disgusting.