Miss Mabel - Poop Neck
Mabel was 2 ½ years old, full of energy and giggles. Her little brother, Henry, had just learned to crawl. Aegon, their fluffy black Maltipoo, always watched over them. And Daddy? Well, Daddy was the bravest of them all.
One afternoon, the living room turned into a magical playground. Daddy helped the kids pull all the pillows off the big grey couch. They built castles, bridges, and mountains. Mabel jumped, Henry crawled, and Aegon wiggled his tail.
Daddy lay on the floor, looking at his phone. He was deep in thought when he heard it.
Squish. Smoosh.
Then—warmth. Right on his neck.
Daddy turned slowly. Mabel stood nearby, bouncing on the pillows, her face full of laughter. But something was… off.
Her diaper had lost the battle. And Henry? Sweet, curious Henry had found a surprise.
Daddy’s eyes went wide. Henry was holding the poop.
Not just holding it—squeezing it.
And before Daddy could react—plop! Henry placed it right on Daddy’s neck.
"I HAVE POOP ON MY NECK! AHHHHH!" Daddy shouted, leaping up.
Henry squealed with laughter. Mabel rolled on the floor, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Even Aegon barked in surprise.
Daddy scooped up his giggling, poop-covered son and rushed to the bathroom. He scrubbed Henry’s hands, wiped his own neck, and sighed.
Mabel was still in the living room, laughing and laughing.
From that day on, Daddy had a new name.
Poop Neck.
“Daddy,” Mabel would say, grinning, “you’re Poop Neck!”
And every time, Daddy would shake his head, smile, and pull them both into a hug.
Daddy said, “I love you forever and forever. No matter what. Even if…”
He paused, narrowing his eyes at Henry.
“…you put poop on my neck.”
And the house filled with laughter once again.
The End.
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