I know in the Dixon household that I'm not supposed to use the word hate, but I'm going to make an exception tonight. I HATE poop in the bath. There is absolutely nothing redemptive about the experience (for the record, tonight it was Lucy). It's like sin in your soul, or conflict in your relationships, or unfiled papers sitting next to your file cabinet. Horrible. Off to do the clean up.
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