Monday, May 16, 2011
Just look at that face.
Okay. So I always swore I would never ever OMG for realz evah talk be one of those annoying parents who talks about their kid's po.op. And for sure I would never ever EVAH have the gall to write about said po.op.
Yet here I am. But don't consider it po.o talk. Consider it a Public Service Announcement. Because you need to know these two things can happen.
Blueberries come out looking the exact same way as they go in.
Number Two. (*heh*)
Kids po.op in the bath tub.
So yeah, I swore I'd never talk about my child's po.o. But I also never thought I'd have a conversation like this.
The scene: Bath tub.
Me: "Honey, can you come give me a hand for a second?"
Him: "OMG what happened?!" <--seriously always in a panic about something.
Me: "No big deal. I just saw some warning bubbles followed by po.o face. I have a feeling something may be hiding out and I'll need you to just wipe his butt for me when I lift him up."
Him: "OMG should we give him another bath?"
Me: "No, it's contained. Just wipe his butt, GAH!"
Him: "OMG. It's a blueberry torpedo!"
Me...whisking said child away to work some bedtime magic.
About 30 minutes later I enter the bathroom to find a tub still filled with water and a few random half blueberries floating about. The husband, in all fairness, did throw the largest turd away, but apparently left me with the job of berry picker.
Him: "Do you think we should boil the toys to sterilize them?"
Me: "Why? They're just berries...."
Because the standards of cleanliness...they fall. Apparently.
And just look at that face? How could such an angelic creature drop such fruity bombs anyway?
Conceived by: 'Murgdan' at 9:02 PM