So This is How It's Done!

Have you ever been on the phone with your daughter and been told that there is an emergency at her home? The word “emergency” does not bring on pleasant thoughts of flowers blooming or butterflies crawling into the sunlight. It can, however, bring screams of hysterical laughter when the “emergency” is clarified.
In the most recent case, the laughter was mine and only mine. My daughter did not appreciate the humor of the situation and suggested that my distance allowed considerably more amusement than her proximity offered. She gave me a simple and quite literal translation of the situation as a “turd emergency”.
Her little son is learning the delicate controls of potty training. I’m guessing that today was not his most successful effort.