She looked me dead in the eye, pointed to the living room carpet, and said:
No. She was being literal. And frankly, brilliant.
Have you ever had a "Melody Marks" moment in your house? Tell me your war stories in the comments below. Misery loves company.
In our household, a "Melody Mark" has become shorthand for that specific, horrifying moment when your child’s digestive system creates a permanent souvenir.