Funny Story...

So, last weekend Mia came to tell me that Reese had pooped. I told her that I would get her in a minute, but to give her some privacy because it takes Reese a while sometimes. I still had the monitor on in my bedroom and a few minutes later I could hear Mia shaking out a plastic bag (which is what we use to dispose of dirty diapers). I turn the corner into Reese's room and here is what I see: Mia picking up balls of poo off the floor with a kleenex, Reese standing up with no diaper and her britches around her ankles smiling. It was so hard not to laugh. I calmly asked Mia if she needed any help and she told me no. I guess she was tired of waiting on me and was not going to smell poo any longer!