I said it would happen again. (Trip down memory lane here.)
I was sitting at my desk when I heard little R walk and sit on the floor directly behind me. I was shocked to smell (what I thought was) a dirty diaper. I said, "R boy! I just changed your diaper less than 10 minutes ago. Are you stinky, again?!" Of course I said this while remaining on task, completing whatever it was I was doing, perfectly displaying the power of focus that comes from being a mother of six little ones.
But I was not prepared for what I saw when I turned around. R was playing with poo poo - poo poo that did not belong to him. He found it in the unflushed toilet of the opened-door bathroom.
This fun ended with a long, extended bubble bath.
But we still smelled like poo. :(
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| He's so sad. Mean Momma won't let him splash his friends in China. |
