You know the expression "Shit just follows me around."
Well I've told you about the Phantom poo flinger. He's following me around, or at least the poo is.
I read Hannah her bedtime story tonight, kissed her goodnight and stood up to leave the room when I spotted it.
There was something on Hannah's bedroom floor.
On closer inspection the something proved to be a very small deposit of poo. (One of the many times I've been grateful we haven't got carpets.) Oh, and to make sure it was poo and not mud I did the sniff test.
Do I blame a fox, the cat or Ethan?
Hannah assures me it wasn't her. I know it wasn't me. It's dimensions make Dave an unlikely candidate.
I think it might be Ethan.
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If you have ruled out Hannah and the Cat, then I would hope it was Ethan. Either that, or the Phantom Poo Flinger has reached new heights.
Dave reckons there were other clues it was Ethan...
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