Halfway through, I spied something odd on the couch.
"Is that...an apple seed?" I asked, puzzled.
Sound parenting advice:
NEVER, EVER PICK UP ANYTHING DARK BROWN/BLACK IN COLOR.
It squished between my fingers instantly and smelled very, very bad.
"NOAH!" I yelled. I'd like to say I was patient and gentle, but I'm pretty much at the end of my POOP rope.
"WHA-AT?" he sing-songed back.
"Why is there POOP ON MY COUCH?"
"It was DADDY!" he shouted, and ran the other way.
My poor husband. He is usually the smelliest one of us, but he just didn't deserve that.