Coffee or Poop?

I try to steal a few settled moments with my coffee every morning. I plant Selah and Judah on the bed with me. I give them toys, juice and TV. This morning was no different. They were crawling all over me ignoring the toys, juice and TV. I caught a whiff of what I thought was a dirty diaper.

"Selah, did you poop?" I asked.

"Nope," she replied.

"Are you sure?" I questioned again. "I think I smell poop."

"No, Mom," she said. "That's just the smell of your coffee."

Great.