I read somewhere that folks with kids might find stories about poop more interesting than those with no kids. With that in mind, this story is about poop so you may not want to read further. Little kids poop in the tub. This is a fact. I thought though that we had passed this part of our lives. We let Kaylee play in the tub by herself. We hang out in the living room and listen and go in every couple of minutes to check on her. One of the problems with this approach is when good old #2 happens. A few months ago Kaylee shouted "A Turd!" We went in and she was holding a turd in her hand. Yuck. Not really a five alarmer. We took the turd and flushed it. Kay was easy to clean up as well.
Tonight was a five alarmer. She shouted for me and I went in. She had had basically diarrhea in the tub with her bubble bath. Funny, I didn't even gag. I thought it was really gross but my gross factor has changed so much since having a child. I got her out of the tub and did a preliminary cleaning of her. Got all the crap out of the tub and scrubbed it down. Then we took a shower and got her all scrubbed down. Afterwards she sat in the chair in our front room and watched a few episodes of Diego. No big deal. Ick.
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I didn't experience any tub incidents but we had a good crib one. Jeff took off his diaper and finger painted on the wall by the crib, with his diarrhea. During a "nap". Discovered later. Don't you love these stories?
Dude, that is pretty sick. I do not have kids but my threshold for poo is pretty high, I'd say. I think that comes from my nutrition studies (poo is a very important part of ones metabolism, you see). Or perhaps it comes from the early childhood trauma I am about to relate:
One of my earliest memories (though I'm not sure if it is a "real" memory or one that has been reconstructed in part by the terror I felt at the time and/or the relentless retelling by individuals such as my mother) is of dropping a deuce in the tub when I was a tot.
All I remember is, I had no idea how the log got in the tub, but I was sitting there playing with my rubber duckie or whatever, and suddenly, IT was floating RIGHT TOWARD ME with a silent malevolence, like a big brown version of jaws. I don't rmemeber anything beyond that, except my family reports I screamed uncontrollably in sheer horror until I was removed from the tub and soothed for a few minutes.
Lynn (aka Miss Curmudgette)
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