Here is a lovely story about little sweet dear Elizabeth and her ways of destroying, conquering, etc.   I went visiting for my church today, and I had to share this moment.   So, there we were, discussing our children and the best way to help them...even with all their different personalities.   I had just finished telling the story of Elizabeth trying to potty train herself (because she is fairly independent) when out walks Elizabeth in nothing but her shirt and poop dripping down her leg.  
            So, I jump, run, and lift Lizzy to the bathroom, not noticing that I am dripping poop all along the way (and I mean onto myself as well...but don't worry--the heroine of this story, Liz, didn't get a drip on her clothes).   So, as I am cleaning her up, I go to look for the elusive diaper.  Where could it be?  Ahh there it is, but there is no poop?   Where is the poop?   Where is the POOP?   We are giving a spiritual message and where is the poop?   
            We all think that maybe Liz just pooped a little as she walked out of the room, and I felt a little happier thinking there was very little damage.   Ahhh, so we clean the poop off of Elizabeth's legs and then, yes....we found the poop: on the carpet of her daughters room.   What joy!   But, at the same moment, I am a little confused.  How in the world did I get poop on the front and back of my pants?   All I did was carry her to the bathroom to clean her up!  
            As I am cleaning the poop off of myself, my friend was cleaning the poop off the carpet, and the woman we visit then steam-cleans the carpet.   I am a little mortified that I created so much work for the woman I am supposed to be "lifting the load" for.   It still makes me so sad--who in the world wants to clean up POOP?   No one!   It is awful.  Funny....but awful.   My husband asked if I gave Liz a time out, and I must say, that was the last thing on my mind.   I only had one thing on my mind at the moment....FIND THE POOP!