False alarm

Today I was downstairs changing Isaac’s diaper when I heard a scream from Drew.
“Mommmmm!!!! I need you”

“What, Drew?” In my head I was thinking of the possibilities: blood, broken furniture, wet his pants…

“Moo-face pooped all over the living room!”

Phew- just an overactive imagination.

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