Dad went number 2 in his bedroom commode while mom went grocery shopping this morning. (Why didn't he use the toilet???) She came back and found the house stinking like hell. (Only the washroom has a fan.) Asked him if he pooped, and he of course denied as usual. How could he do that with the commode full of crap sitting only 2 feet away from him? So mom got him to help clean up in the washroom downstairs. He was cooperative but you have to tell him what to do and watch him do it. Otherwise he screws up for sure. Mom checked his pants, and it was soiled! She then told him to change and shower. Dad... picked the dried crap from his pants and throw them onto the floor! Yuck!!!!!!!!! (T_T)
Sigh... (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T)
Thanks A for helping me get the book.
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