Poop Towel

This story inspired me to start a blog. For those of you who don't know me, I am engaged to a man that has two boys...7 & 10. Im a girl. I was raised with one sister in a very girly house. Sooooo two boys, are just about as normal for me as toothpaste on toast.

Brandon (my fiancee) and I have the boys every other week. And as you can imagine, this is our week to have the boys......
Last night, after the boys were in bed, and we were getting ready for bed I noticed a smell in the bathroom that was off. Now, for those of you who have boys in your house, you understand that there are off smells all the time. But this smell just bothered me. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. A brown streak on our white towel that was about 12 inches long. Upon closer examination, there were several streaks, and spots, and finger prints. WTF! Of course we assumed it was chocolate, since we have enough chocolate from easter to feed our entire neighborhood. So Brandon (gotta love this man) goes in for an innocent sniff and almost drops to his knees. He then proceeds to run around the bathroom and hall trying to blow the smell out of his nose. Hard.

So without hesitation Brandon marched into the boys room, first thing this morning to see who pooped the towel. No explanation, just it was on my hand, so I wiped it off. Hummmm...... What do we do? Burn the towel? Bleach the towel? Uggg!