Fischer had been showing him the proper way to wipe Helia, and when Sloane lifted her by the ankles, a loud gurgling sound had everyone freezing. I’d watched in horror as a stream—a freaking stream—of watery poop flew out and landed on the wall. Sloane had released her ankles in a hurry, and all but fell backward in an attempt to get away. Fischer and I had laughed so hard we cried. It was glorious.
