Eating Poop

Mrs Whyte scooped up what she thought was compacted chocolate, but by the time she realised it something other than ice-cream, it was too late.

“The minute I put the spoon to my lips, the stench went through my nostrils. I retched and spat it into the napkin,” she told Sydney’s Sunday Telegraph newspaper.

She said one of her sons screamed at the hotel staff: “you’ve made my mum eat poo”.

You know how I feel about poop related business.