I remembered yesterday that we do have a outside pooping story on E, although hers was an accident. We were at the apartment complex where some friends lived hanging out by their sand volleyball courts. It was getting dark and we were about done when some college kids started taking over the courts. We were all gathering up our stuff and E said she had to go potty. G rushed her up the stairs to our friend’s apartment but by the time they arrived she had already pooped. Unfortunately it had mysteriously fallen out somewhere along the way. Yikes! I found it in the grass later but had to go looking for something to use to pick it up and throw it away. But before I could get that done, the volleyball went out-of-bounds and this big shot college guys ran after it. In bare feet. Right in the direction of the poop. I was terrified! It would probably be a funnier story now if he had stepped right in it, but he did not. And I’m okay with that.