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.