I was minding my own business sitting beside Dad, who was holding Geraldine, when she struck. Dad commented that she had pooped and wondered if she was finished. Answer: No.
Poozilla jettisoned so much poop that it burst through her diaper all over Dad, and subsequently me. Before I even knew I had a poo streak down my back Mom grabbed me and raced downstairs to the shower. I hate showers.
In the future I will tread lightly in posting potentially embarrassing things about Poozilla.
Poozilla's final victim tally:
Me
Dad
Dad's shirt
Dad's jeans
Mom's pants
Pillow case
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