Jess stepped in something.
Not sure what it is.
Can't get it off her feet.
Rylee thinks it's "poopie".
She told us that several times.
I tucked her in last night.
She whispered in my ear a final time.
Mischevious smile on her face.
"Daddy, it's poopie".
Who knows, maybe she's right....
Or maybe she just likes to say "poopie". Who doesn't?