Don’t drink the water
We get home from swimming at the Y, making it home after a hellacious thunderstorm. The dog, of course, peed on the floor. In the office. Right there <– actually.
I put a big thirsty towel over the pee (BIG dog. BIG bladder *sigh*) and danced on it for a minute. Then, I filled the bathtub and threw the kids in, both insisting on wearing their swimsuits. I figure, sure. That’ll save me from having to rinse them anyway, right? Being the queen of multitasking, I’m all about such time-saving steps.
I took Kelsey out of the bathtub first. As I’m taking off her swimsuit, Kelsey looks into the crotch area: “There’s no more poo poo in my swimsuit!” she says, happily.
I look over, and there’s Laurel, sucking on a wet facecloth.
I FREAK out, take her out of the bathtub, contemplate washing her mouth out with bleach and then decide that’s probably not a good idea, send both drippy kids to their room. Bleach out the tub, the toys.
Ten minutes later, Laurel walks up to me, a charming smile on her face:
“Mommy, are you happy?”
“No, right now I’m not feeling very happy. I’m feeling angry at Kelsey and Tommy (the dog).”
“Mommy? Are you happy with ME?”
“Yes, Laurel, I’m happy with you.”
*grins, twirls around the bathroom*
Oh my God, where did the poo poo go, you’re not saying……
Well, it’s one of those intuitive things. Read this again, and you’ll probably pick up on where the poo was.
Hey, that gives me a great idea for a book! “Where the Poo Was”, by T.L. Holt. Was it behind the dryer? No. Was it in the potty? No. I see lift up flaps and everything! Find the poo!
Thanks for the inspiration, Mom!
I told you guys a kiddie poop story a long, long time ago and your reaction involved much laughter and commiseration. I vividly remember your saying that of course the incident (involving Kyra at 18 months and a turd that was thrown out of her crib and bounced many, many times around her room) was funny from your perspective because you didn’t have to be the one to clean it up. I ALSO remember your speculation that you would have similar stories some day, LOL.
Know what I love most about this story? The very offhand (and strangely triumphant) way she let you know about her accident. That’s classic.
Love the site, btw. *chuckling very, very sympathetically*
Good Lord . . .
And I thought that I did some odd things as child.
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Stop by if’n you get the chance.