I think I just threw up a little. As I have previously stated here and here I don't like poop. These precious little shit bomb angels had a bath tonight. Mr. Mayer was cleaning the kitchen up after dinner and the Diva and I were doing the bath. They were washed and just playing in the tub. I step out and grab the humidifier and step back in and fill it up. I step back in (literally it's only 5 steps, maybe) and Carter is taking a bite of something. First glance I think it's a bath toy. I step a little closer and he holds it out to me. I instinctively hold my hand out. Carter places a turd in my hand. HE JUST TOOK A BITE OF A TURD!!!!! I think I just threw up a little more typing this. Now. I'm not certain of the culprit. I'm assuming the poo-er is Owen. He went a little just before he got in the bath. I guess he wasn't finished. Either way...I start shrieking. Mr. Mayer comes in and laughs at me. He calmly suggest that maybe it wasn't a turd. I direct