Digging For Gold

Just a quick story about Miss Priss.

I left the house a little early today to sign Jack up for T-Ball at the Y, which is on the way to school.

My cell rings and it's the assistant director of their preschool.

Conversation goes like this:

Ms. Curtis: Ali- uhh- Riley's had an incident.

Me: (my heart is pounding- thinking she hurt herself) What happened?

Ms. Curtis: Well- it seems she had a poop in her diaper and stuck her hand down her pants and then touched her face and her hair.

Me: WHAT?? (mortified)

Ms. Curtis: Mrs. Linz cleaned her up the best she can- we just wanted to let you know before you picked her up.

Me: I am on the way!

Can you believe it? I can- my sweet Riley did it again. She's done this at home but I've been able to catch it before she smears it.

I picked her up and Mrs. Linz changed her into some random clothes and she was smiling away. She told me that when it happened her friend Maryann said, "Oohh- Riley poopyhead!" She was right. Riley was a poopy head- literally.

I swear! This is punishment for all my misbehavior as a teenager.

Until next time...