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A few facts you need to know to fully understand this story:
1) Taggart is my only child that we have ever had poop issues with.  If I forget to dress him in some sort of onesie, he takes off his poopy diapers OR takes his diaper off and poops on the floor.
2) Taggart has recently discovered that he can push the kitchen chairs around, and he loves pushing them up to the kitchen counter to get things he shouldn't.
3) We had a family over for FHE on Monday so I had bought the boxed bakery cookies from Sam's club and there were still a few left this morning.  The box was on the counter.

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I really needed a shower this morning.  So I got Ruby down for a nap, and everyone else was playing nicely so I risked a shower.  As soon as I finish my shower, I hear Nellie knocking on my door telling me that Taggart has taken his diaper off and she sees poop on his butt but does not see any on the floor.  So first step is to get Taggart all cleaned up and properly dressed in a onesie.  Then I begin looking all over upstairs for poop.  I can't find any.  So I ask Abe (him and Riggy were playing Legos in their room with the door shut) if he happens to know where Tagg pooped.  He said, "He pooped in a basket."  I ask what basket and where the basket is.  Abe says he thinks Taggart threw it away.  So I head down stairs to check the garbage.  I find a nice pile of poop on the bottom stairs so I clean it up, and hope that is all there is.  I check with Abe about the basket.  He says he didn't see it, but Rigdon saw it.  So I ask Rigdon.  He clarifies that it wasn't a basket, but a box.  What!?!  There is no way Taggart pooped in a box.  Then I hear a chair being moved downstairs.  Taggart, who has been hearing me ask around about the poop, has pushed a chair up to the counter.  I go down to tell him to put it back.  He takes the cookie box off the counter, hands me the cookie box, and says, "poop."  Oh boy.  Sure enough, there were no more cookies in the box, but there definitely was poop.  My son pooped in a cookie box and then put it back on the kitchen counter.  Oh, and then he even put the chair back up to the table.  I am scared.  I am also embarrassed, but the story had to be shared.  I did disinfect my counters immediately!  But look twice before you ever accept a cookie at our home, especially if it is from Taggart.