Just another day of being a mom

My three-year-old daughter came speeding down the stairs this afternoon yelling, "Mom! There's a poop on my floor! It fell out of my sister's diaper!"
I imagined the possibilities as I quickly responded to my daughter's call. Would it be solid or liquid? Will it be easy to clean up or was a room sanitation needed? Had the beautiful rug been violated, or was it the hardwood floor that had been contaminated?
It turned out that it was solidly easy to clean up, and this is likely the most uneventful poop story on my blog. Which is good, because I didn't really want to spend my afternoon cleaning up poop. I can think of a whole lot of things I'd rather be doing. Really, I can.