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When my children were small, I tried my best to veer away from talking about certain bodily functions. I mean, it's so unsophisticated. It's lacking in decorum. I'm above poop jokes.
And then I realized . . . I need to talk about this stuff. Because, with 4 kids 4 and under, it sometimes felt as if a biohazard was taking over my life. If I wrote a memoir of those years, it could be called Adventures in Poop. Or Thank You, Jesus, for Clorox.
I had to laugh about it, or I might cry.
And yes, these stories may be embarrassing to my kids some day. But at the moment, they think reminiscing about such incidents is HILARIOUS. And, as the famous book says, everybody poops.
One of our most disastrous stories involved a bath, and a mystery floater.
When my oldest son and daughter were around 3 and 2, I was giving them their usual pre-nap bath. All of the sudden, right before my very eyes, the bathtub gets cloudy. And brown. After a second, I realize that someone has pooped in the bathtub. Someone has taken a serious. poop. in the bathtub.
I whisk the kids into my shower to clean them off, and immediately start the inquisition. However, the perpetrator remains at large, even to this day. Here is what I know:
- Jafta vehemently denies ownership, and blames India
- India had already had a full diaper at playgroup, which points to Jafta
- Jafta has never bold-faced lie to me, which points to India
- Both children had stomach issues since a recent visit Haiti, which looks bad for both of them
- The presence of large ball of blue play-doh (also India's favorite) points to India
I just don't know what to think. Apparently my life is full of crap. And I don't mean that figuratively.
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