Last Wednesday, we went to Toys ‘r’ Us to buy a gift for one of Dylan’s former preschool teachers who was about to start her maternity leave (as I write this today, she’s having her baby!!). Of course, this was the primo time for a poop.
My radar for events only extends out one day at a time these days, so here we were, borrowing a pen from the cashier to write our good wishes on Lauren’s card when what smell should waft through the air?
Me to Dylan: “Dylan did you just toot?”
Dylan: “Nooo”
(uh oh…turning to my other side to Cameron): “Cameron did you poop?”
As I’m saying this out loud, my mind is going 10000 mps: went pee before we left the house, should be fine in cotton panties. Big miscalculation.
Cameron, nodding (of course): “and pee!”
Oh, great.
Me to Cameron: “ok. Can you make it to the car?” and I must have said a fair number of “oh no’s” because Cameron then asked, “are you sad, mommy?” Meanwhile, Dylan is saying, “Ew. I can see it!” and I’m telling him to shush while trying to hustle Cameron, who is walking verrrrry slowly with legs barely uncrossed, to the car.
So, after massive clean-up in the parking lot which resulted in the complete disposal of a pair of cotton underwear and a pair of pants, we load up into the car and head to the party.
No incidents at the school, but once we’re home, it’s Chloe and Dylan’s turn. I think Chloe is done pooping, so I take her to change her diaper, but once her diaper is off, I lift her legs and it’s like pumping pasta from a play-doh machine. And meanwhile, Dylan goes poop, not once this afternoon, but twice!
Tom so owes me!
This KILLED me!! I was cracking up at the visual of pasta out of a play dough machine. Oh, mama, I’ve been there! Sometime it’s just a poop sort of day. Upon entering the house I always promptly tell Dennis how he so owes me.