The undeniable entertainment found in poop and cat bums

Laying here listening to Grandma and Zoey trying to get the whole poddy thing down and it's better than all that Liquid Tylenol or NeoCitran...There was a running commentary during the whole enterprise, which was uplifting in the most impossible to explain parental way. The conversation was hilarious. Grandma urging Zoey to be patient, and Zedder jabber-jabbering about how she was going to poop. Finally, Grandma left the scene in search of a fresh diaper, at which point Zo pulled herself off of the poddy and plopped a little turd onto the floor. She quickly yelled for some help, after all, it doesn't take a genius to know that poop shouldn't plop onto the floor, and Grandma quickly scooted back and assisted with the situation. It was an admirable try.

Now she's laying on her tummy not less than two inches from Debu's butt while he cleans himself on the kitchen floor. All I can hear is, "Debu eating his bum," and once again I'm lifted out of this flu-like daze. I'm either feeling a little better or Zo is entertaining me enough to forget about how crumby I feel.

My God, she must have been an inch from Debu's dirty bottom...I'm still giggling.