My husband left for the week to Brazil for business, which means that I am now the sole recipient of all of the terrible acts of my 4-year-old and 4-month-old sons. Today, within 4 hours, my youngest shat himself 3 times and 3 times I had to change his clothes. That means that 3 times I had to go outside and rinse off, by hand, the yellow baby poo stuck to his pants and onesies. By the time my eldest shot up in the middle of playing, ran towards the bathroom, and then, one second later, started wailing, I gave up. I walked into the bathroom, saw him standing wide-legged, a trail of brown, grown-up poop down his leg and on his underwear on the floor. He has NEVER pooped his pants (unless he was sick, of course). I stood there, the manic laughter bubbling up inside of me, and just stared. "Moooooom! What should I do?" I shooed him into the shower, turned it on, and, without thinking twice, dumped as much of the poop as I could into the toilet and threw the dirty batman underwear on the floor of the shower. I closed the shower door before he could realize what I had done. I stepped back and let the shower rinse the both of them off.
By Scarlett
My husband left for the week to Brazil for business, which means that I am now the sole recipient of all of the terrible acts of my 4-year-old and 4-month-old sons. Today, within 4 hours, my youngest shat himself 3 times and 3 times I had to change his clothes. That means that 3 times I had to go outside and rinse off, by hand, the yellow baby poo stuck to his pants and onesies. By the time my eldest shot up in the middle of playing, ran towards the bathroom, and then, one second later, started wailing, I gave up. I walked into the bathroom, saw him standing wide-legged, a trail of brown, grown-up poop down his leg and on his underwear on the floor. He has NEVER pooped his pants (unless he was sick, of course). I stood there, the manic laughter bubbling up inside of me, and just stared. "Moooooom! What should I do?" I shooed him into the shower, turned it on, and, without thinking twice, dumped as much of the poop as I could into the toilet and threw the dirty batman underwear on the floor of the shower. I closed the shower door before he could realize what I had done. I stepped back and let the shower rinse the both of them off.
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