Poopcasso

So I don't have a picture to go with this post, but I think that you might be glad about that. Today at church Josh and I had to prepare and serve a meal for a senior high youth fundraiser, and since we were still cleaning up when Brett was tired and ready to leave, he went home with Granddaddy (Josh's dad) to take a nap. Apparently he was talking, and then that turned into fussing, and when Granddaddy went to check on him the little booger had pooped, taken off his pants and diaper, and smeared it all over himself and the bed. Seriously, he was finger painting with poop. See, didn't I tell you that you weren't going to miss the picture? Josh called him "poopcasso" all evening. Sheesh.