Return of Blue Berry Poop
I could smell it. A smell from the past. I could see it as I peeled off the diaper. A pile of mushy poop that had the hue blue berries spread the scent reminding me of last blue berry season. It took eight wipes to clean the big circle of blue berry poop from Ezra. I still have the fumes of the blue berry poop in my nose. At least, I know it’s blue berry season again.