I was finally sitting down to lunch after sending the kids to the backyard when Cara came back and handed me her diaper through the hole in the screen door, then ran away. I followed her to take the mandatory pictures and to try to coax her to put the diaper back on. Then I thought, “Eh, who cares about a naked baby in their own backyard? Not me.” So I went back to my lunch. A few minutes later she came back and tried handing me something else through the hole in the screen door. This time it was poo. Oh, boy!