That's just poor manners, Elmo

Today's post is brought to you by the letter P.
The other afternoon when I went to get Natty Kat from her crib after her nap, I walked into her room and was immediately struck with the smell of poop.
As much as I didn't want to be smelling it, there was no doubt it was there.
Poop.
I was surprised to see Natty, stripped from the waist down, holding her Elmo doll upside-down. I asked her what was going on and she was eager to tell me "Elmo pooped, Natty bed. Elmo pooped! Eww! POOP!"
You've got to be kidding me?
But I played along.
I said, "Did Elmo poop in your bed, Natalie?"
To which Natalie spread Elmo's red, furry little monster legs apart and said "Yes! See! Elmo pooped, Natty bed!"
I wish I were making this up.
Upon further investigation I found the massive pile that was causing my nose to sting and eyes to water. A rather large, rather smelly, rather poopy pile o' turds in the corner of the bed, sitting next to a perfectly clean diaper.
Natty was all to quick to ask "See, Mommy? Elmo pooped, Natty's bed!"
Dang you, Elmo. Where you raised in a barn or something? What are they teaching you at 123 Sesame Street?
There was a silver lining of sorts that saved me from tearing Elmo into shreds: much like my own Spunky, it would appear Elmo poops are hard, dry little rabbit turds that are easy peasy to clean up. Such a coincidence that both of those guys have identical turds. What are the odds?