Ghost Poop Wars

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...

Aaaaaaah!

And then the next morning when I went to make coffee...

Ahhhh! AAAAhhhhh!

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...

Heh heh I got her.

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...

Take that.

War has no shame.

That's not my Stove Top. Yuck.

And that.

Boo.

Took her three days to see this one.

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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