Purposely Pooping

The other morning as the kids and I were just about to head out the door, Gwyn casually asks,

“Mommy, will you change my poo poo?”

Thinking, of course she poo’d right as we are trying to leave, I reply,

“Sigh….yeah, hon, let’s go to your room” as I put Calvin’s car seat down and take off my jacket.

Gwyn then says, “Okay, Mom” as she then grabs onto the arm of a chair to brace herself, holds real still, and then starts pushing out a big one as her face turns red and grunting ensues.

“What the!?!? Wait, what!? Are you pooping right now!?” I ask in disbelief.

“Grunt, grunt, gruuuuunnnnnnnnnt. Ahhhhhhh. Yeah,” she says with a smile.

Standing still in my tracks I don’t  even know how to respond to what just happened.

With my mouth ajar I take her to her room for a change only to find a gigantic man-poop. Gagging, I try to tell Gwyn how she is a big girl now and she needs to use the big girl potty.

And while sharing this story with a few friends a little later that day, someone asked, “What if you had said ‘no'”???

Hmmmmm, I really don’t know what she would have done. Saved it for later to accumulate into a dinosaur dump??

I have no idea.

Eeeew. Parenthood. Eeeww.

Happy Wednesday!

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