The other day, my dad ran into the family room, trying not to laugh. He led us to the piano room where we saw this on our clean white leather couches:

And then he started laughing. We called our mom down saying that it was important. \”WAAAAAAAAH!\” her face contorted in surprise. Two perfect black shapes certainly left by the huge Tare panda (long story behind how he came into my possession). In reality, they were just licorice covered marshmallows. Still sickening.

Crude potty humor does run in my family. Even the mature ones.