In a house that is as concerned with bowel movements as ours this is enough to send a chill down your spine. What will I find when I get there? Pootastrophes are less common these days but can be impressive and always result in more laundry.
So I climb the stairs in trepidation, open the door (which still creaks and has been annoying me for 4 years but for this story provides a suitable sound effect track!), and turn towards the changing table...
And this is what I see!
The poo in question is a small fluffy hedgehog who is part of a complex game involving billy the snake, a juggling ball and the Heisenberg hat! (Readers please note W has not watched Breaking Bad but because I said he looked like Heisenberg in his hat he says it each time he puts it on!)
The hedgehogs arrived two years ago at Halloween, they were attracted to the hollowed out pumpkin and were waiting for the children one morning at Granny's when the had a sleepover. They named them and Granny kindly sewed a name label for each one to avoid arguments. W called his Poo as you know, M called hers Prickles and that tells you everything you need to know about how different two children from the same family can be! Needless to say both of them have quickly embraced the joy of being able to shout Poo! and then blame it on the hedgehog, hours of fun for all.
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