Today you can call me Peter Venkman, because the poop I that I just fought with was of supernatural proportions. It was everywhere… It was Slimer green… It was unearthly.
I actually had to use the Ghostbusters Ghost Trap to dispose of it once I was done with the struggle of corralling it. Here’s video footage of the event:
On a serious note though. If anyone knows where I can get one of these please, let me know!
Sorry Son: Chronicles of a New Dad 
Haha! Just moving Ted onto solids and he saved up a goodun for me yesterday too!!! *gag
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Hahahhaaha. It was awful!!!!
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Sadly they don’t improve with age!! Is it sad that 6 years in and 2 boys later that I no longer gag or am surprised at what they produce. Both, at some point, have made me request an a priest to come and cast the demon that is obvious residing within them! On a plus side I know longer get the “Daddy you need to inspect this” from my eldest….blessed is the day when my youngest achieves this!!
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Hahaaahaaaaa
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Poop was a STRUGGLE for me when our son was born. T-shirt around the face and a hell of a lot of wipes carried me through.
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