Poop Incident at Trader Joe’s

At Trader Joe’s this afternoon, around 5 pm when the store is calamatously congested, Poppy put her hand in the back of her pants and pulled out two fingertips smeared with poo, then smiled devilishly before wiping them on her shirt. Djuna, observing this, announced in her sing-song tattletale voice, “Mama!  Poppy just touched her bootie! and wiped her poopie on her shirt!”  Unbelieving of what I had just seen, I grabbed Poppy’s fingers and sniffed for affirmation.  A passerby bumped into me so that my nose made contact.   This whole performance purchased us a wide berth in the cereal aisle at rush hour.  But otherwise had few redeeming attributes.