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Late last night, Matt and I almost lost a poop from Carmen. This morning I looked for the poopy diaper. (It wasn't in the diaper pail because with a front loader you really gotta wash pee diapers separately from poo diapers if really want your diapes to be clean . . . huge hassle . . . fortunately poo diapes are rare.) I couldn't find it so I left a quick message for Matt at work asking him about it. He e-mailed me this response:

OK, so if you're baking cookies, sometimes the dough all sticks together to itself so well that it just pops off the parchment paper that you have on the counter without leaving a trace? Well, we caught C early last night, and it all kind of stuck to her and not to the, uh, fuzzi parchment paper without really any trace. So I just filed it with the others in the big pail.

See if this gets by the email censors...

:)

I'm still laughing, an hour later.