Here is Part One.
My good friend Kelli and I have joked about poop a lot. She is the mother of four beautiful children. I am the mother of three equally beautiful children. She read my Part One poop story one day and thoroughly enjoyed some roaring laughter at my expense. It’s a beautiful thing.
I posted this to her Facebook wall. She urged me to blog about it. Enjoy Part Two.
To Kelli: “I immediately thought of you this morning. Jaxon likes to have naked time. It seems to be a family tradition of sorts, however MY genes did not create this tradition. :sigh: So I’m minding my own business trying to network for Love Your Neighbor when all of a sudden there arose such a clatter that I sprang from my office chair to see what was the matter.
Poop on him and the floor. By “on him” I mean hands, legs, feet, and the less desirable regions. He’s screaming. Brianna is screaming. Jeremy is running away literally gagging and trying not to puke (the boy is very sensitive). I did the quickest thing I could think of and stuck him in the tub.
While I was in there taking care of dirty duty our dog ate the poop. Now Jeremy is retching and heaving and Brianna is screaming louder and faster and I’m just laughing. Yes. Laughing. I cracked up so much, in fact, that tears were streaming down my cheeks. That was the precise moment when I thought to myself, “I have to tell Kelli about this”. So here I am 30 minutes later relaying the story. I’m still laughing by the way. Have a great day!”