“Poop! Pooop! There’s pooop! Pooop on your shirt! Poooop!”

“Poop! Pooop! There’s pooop! Pooop on your shirt! Poooop!”

Yells my 2 yr old in the restaurant last night. Yelling and pointing over my shoulder. “POOOOOOOOOOOP.” Trying not to laugh, yet at the same time scared to turn and see what I’d encounter. I can feel the glares burning through me.

“POOOOOP ON YOUR SHIRT!” Ok, this is it. I HAVE to turn and acknowledge this. I turn and look down- there stands an 8 year old with his mom and toddler brother wearing a shirt with a giant poop emoji laughing hysterically.

“Well, you weren’t wrong kid....”