Wait, wait, wait. It wasn't me. It was my shoe.
Let's just call a spade a spade, shall we?
Excuse me while I hang my head in shame.
The funny thing is I kept smelling it and looking at the bottom of my shoe... which is squeaky clean.
And so I just went about my day... picking up Zack from school and running a bunch of errands. All the while asking the boys if they were "tooting". With poop. On my shoe.