The children ate cheesecake for breakfast.
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The boy was dirty. I took him to the bed to change his diaper and the little girl followed. She sat on the bed, crisscross-applesauce.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"I want to watch," She said.
I raised an eyebrow and opened the diaper. Green poo the size of a baseball lay in the soft Luvs cradle. The girl began gagging.
She said, "I can't look!"
I said, "That's my boy!"