Tonight, something happened that I'd been warned about. My friends told me it would happen to me eventually, and tonight it did.
I took my little 15-month old upstairs to take a bath as part of his nightly ritual. As he sat in the tub playing, I watched his whole body, especially his face, turn bright red. It became the color of the inside of a watermelon. "Oh no!" I thought. "Is he having an allergic reaction to something he ate for dinner?" And then, they appeared. Two large turds popped out from his bottom and floated to the top of the water! He had pooped in the tub!
I quickly grabbed him and lifted him out of the feces infested water. Of course, at this point he was feeling relieved and found the whole scene amusing. As he stood at the side of the tub peering down at his creation, in true motherly fashion I grabbed the poop with my bare hand and tossed it into the nearby toilet. "Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!" I squealed in a very high pitched voice.
Just as I thought it was all over, little boy grunted again and onto the floor fell another long turd. Its a good thing I have a pretty good sense of humor, because I was laughing and exclaiming rather loudly, "Oh my gosh! It DID happen to me!" Since I had already soiled my hands with the first set of solid waste, I picked up the third dropping and flushed it down the toilet.
Now that he had relieved himself, my little angel was gibbering and jabbering and laughing at the scene he'd created. Long story short, I got the mess cleaned up and baby boy was sanitized from head to toe. I guess the good thing was that it was bath time anyway. And now I have a funny story to share :)
