Crap!

I think dad's started to crapped his pants. He's in the washroom right now (yes, 3:30 AM) and pooping.

Stinks like hell!

Scented candles are no match.

Mom's up too. Dad denies he has crapped his pants, but he's in the washroom naked from waist down. And it shouldn't stink this much if he hasn't done it. He said his pants are off because they were wet from peeing.

(T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T)

Hell, hell, hell...
He no long knows he should flush. Mom has to tell him to flush.

Stinks so much, I want to puke...