Gross

Well, I made it nearly three years. However, last night, Kate ended my streak and pooped in the bathtub. It was gross. And it smelled bad. And Annie thought it was hilarious. She was running around the upstairs yelling "Kate pooped in the bathtub!?!"
I had also had a really long day, during which I completely unnecessarily yelled at Matt when he called earlier. So I texted him, "Kate pooped in the tub." The text apparently was well received by Matt and his co-workers. He called to see whether I found it funny or if it put me over the edge. It was funny. Very funny, actually. But, Kate, let's not have a repeat performance. Or at least do it on a night that Daddy is giving the bath. Thanks.

I just have to, so turn away if you can't look. (It's really not that bad. Most of it was covered by the toys near the drain, which I was not about to sift through to get a photo. This is really more for proof and so we can tease Kate when she's older.)