The last time Lucy pooped was Thursday. Until today. Today is Sunday. Dan heard a funny "rumble" while Lucy was in the swing this afternoon, then the air was filled with a thick, green fog. This is what we found: 
You know it can't be good when it is soaking through the sweatpants...
You know it can't be good when it is soaking through the sweatpants...
Oh my....
Note the scissors on the floor.... We decided it was just easier to cut the onesie off than pull it over her head.
Yes, it truly was this army green color... if only there was a way to share the horrific smell with you, too....
The only possible ending to this story is a good, warm bath! 
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