“Don’t worry, Mom.  I picked up the poop and put it back in the toilet,” Piper said casually, patting my back for comfort.

I stopped myself from asking how it got out of the toilet. No answer is going to make me feel better.

“Did you wash your hands?” I asked, peeling her paws off my shoulders.

“Be right back!” Piper skipped happily from the room.

Ugh.