MyThreeDaughters

So, poop there it is, on the right. It’s really a pretty-dry diaper (sans poop), which my wife put on the upstairs floor the other night to prevent an immediate trip downstairs.
That’s really not a problem. But this might be: Fontaine immediately said, “Ooh, poopy diaper, I have to get a picture of that.”
She captured it with a Fuji 2 megapixel point-and-shoot, but I think you’ll agree that it has many artistic qualities.
So she got the shot, she and her sister then made up a song: Poopie Diaper in the middle of the floor…Poopie diaper in the middle of the floor…
Then they danced away, and left the poopie diaper in the middle of the floor.
Just like the media. Get the shot of the fire, but don’t help pull anyone out.
I’m worried she’s going to follow me into the information gathering business.
We gotta get her a science kit.
Then she could blow-up the poopie diaper in the middle of the floor. (Really, don’t worry, it’s been removed).