So Dad passed out in the bathroom yesterday. After an unknow amount of time, he awoke to find he had done a face plant off his royal throne smack down onto the floor. This morning, he sent me a photo of his battle wounds.
I showed the girls and Emma asked what happened.
“Papa was taking a poop and he passed out,” I said.
“…because it was so stinky?” she asked.
After controlling my laughter, I said, “That very well may be the case!”