However, their precious daughter, Little Thomson, suddenly tensed her little face, and then, while her dad made a bitter face, a look of extreme satisfaction spread across her features—
Robert Thomson felt like crying but had no tears. How could he forget? This little fellow was also, well, little. She got hungry, peed, and of course...pooped!
His face had turned the color of pig liver, as he caught his daughter's poop with both hands—it was still warm.
But the next second, he saw his daughter's little body tilt downward, her tiny butt about to make intimate contact with the poop. Without hesitation, he quickly pulled his hand away!
Suddenly, their Little Thomson seemed satisfied. Her little butt "plopped" down, and she happily showed a contented expression, grinning with a toothless little mouth, laughing without a care in the world!
