My teen daughter, who I refer to as Dajaa (another story), started an innocent, little Halloween-time gag that, well, escalated. It started after I pulled twin cotton padding from a bottle of medication. I laid them out on the table and remarked that they looked like ghost poop. Dajaa agreed and took the ghost poops to her room. I thought they might end up lining a jewelry box or the like. Then one fine October day I get into the car, put the keys in the ignition and... And then the next morning when I went to make coffee... I had no choice but to retaliate. So I fetched the other cotton, gave it a face, and began to plot and scheme. The next morning... Please note, at no point here was the ghost poop's life in danger. There was indeed a fresh roll of toilet paper sitting on the bathtub ledge. From that point on...it was war. We both brought our fight faces. And then all hallows broke loose... ![]() On Halloween Day a truce was declared. There was some talk of attaching teeny halos and resurrecting the cottons as Angel Poop Wars, but I'm fairly certain all warring parties are,er, tired.
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