Brown Dawn

It was a morning like any other morning...
The sunlight coming through the curtains, birds chirping out the window, my parents hear me talking and humming in my bed. Mama came into my room and instantly smelled that I had been visited by the poo fairy in the night. This happens sometimes. When she turned on the light, she discovered something that has never yet happened. I was lying on my back with my hands frozen by my side. The first thing she noticed was that my nose was completely brown. Then she saw that my pajamas were all the way unzipped, my diaper had exploded with the dirty #2, and brown, brown, stinking brown was EVERYWHERE. My face, my hands, my tummy, my legs, my blankets. No one really knows but me why I decided to unzip that morning and why finger painting with poop seemed like a good idea. The thing is, I can't even tell you. It's all a hazy dream to me, a hazy, stinking, brown dream. I am posting a picture of my clean cute self below because if you saw photo documentation of this story I am afraid that things might change between us. I'm still the same ole Gus, okay?