Me: Baby E, why is there poop all over the toilet seat?
Baby E: I have diarrhea.
Me: Why didn’t you come get me or mommy?
Baby E: I don’t know.
Me: Next time tell one of us, honey.
Baby E: Why?
Me: Because now it’s dried onto the toilet seat and will be harder for Daddy to clean.
Baby E: Ohhhhhhhhhh….. ok.
Me: (sigh)
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Poop. It’s a way of life. Suffice it to say, the queen and I understand.
It’s not the poop that’s the problem here. She’s not even 5 yet. Accidents happen. The bothersome part is that she put a piece of toilet paper over it and left the room as if that solved everything.
Reminds me of a Ron White sketch.
I know the one you mean.
Oh my…and ugh.
It was not pleasant.
Plop plop plop plop.
Not that day. It was liquid, so no plops. Also, it was on the seat, not in the water, so still no plops.
Liquid plops…
Not if it hits something solid, like a toilet seat.
Ew. Poor her. Poor you. Really poor you, having to clean it up. It might have been easier to get a new loo seat…
Eh, I wiped her butt until she was old enough to use a toilet. Her poo is nothing new for me.