Poop. It happens to the best of us.

For all my fellow parents out there...this one's for you.

Poop. It's not just a word. It's not just a thing we all do. It's when the silence is cut with a butter knife; jagged, with all the edges poking out. It's the first thing that happens to your child before you can even get your coffee in the morning, and the last thing you expect them to do before you leave the house or after strapping them into their enigma of a carseat.

It's a contest of bravery. How much have you encountered at once? No blow outs, ever? Psh. It's the land you walk into armed with wipes and febreze. It's what's on your leg after you're done nursing and you realize that nice warm spot is actually not so nice after all. And much more wet than warm. *shudder*

It's what you get for going shopping without a spare outfit, it's why that baby over there is going home in just her diaper, and it's able to make us have a steel stomach.

We may not be real life heroes...but to each other, the one with the best poop story is victorious. Poop makes us winners...and losers. It brings us together and tears outfits apart. And most of all, it's the best part of our day after a long absence. ;)