A Case Of Mistaken Identity

Clara Grace sat beside her mommy on the morning of Tuesday, October the twenty-fourth. Everett, the tiny one-month-old baby on Mommy’s lap, was still the most interesting playtoy in the house. All at once, they both heard an abnormally loud rumble which could only mean one thing. “Whoa,” Clara Grace commented in surprise and drew her hand back momentarily. “What do you think that was?” her mommy teased. The little girl looked once more at her tiny brother on her mommy’s lap and responded without hesitation, “mommy pooped.”