I have two stories for you, and poo plays a starring role in both. So go ahead and finish that snack. I’ll wait.
Adam has been a potty-training rock star. The only time he even pooped a little in his undies is when he had a stomach bug, so I don’t even count that.
The other day he was in the bathroom and yelled, “Mommy! I pooped on the floor!” and I was rather surprised. Not that he called for me – oh no, THAT was not shocking at all. Kids never call for DADDY when there is poo involved.
And neither was I very surprised that there was poo on the floor. After a Ben took a leisurely two years to be fully potty trained, that was not an unusual situation. (Ben’s issues have a lot to do with his body running regularly constipated.)
What shocked me about this situation is that when I got into the bathroom, there was only a small streak on the floor. No poo. I wiped it up, wiped the kid’s bottom, and did some inquiring about the alleged “poop on the floor”, especially since the undies, pants, and socks were all clean.
But this mom hasn’t watched hours and hours of detective shows for no reason. A glance at the roll of toilet paper showed a familiar-hued streak there also. I asked Adam about it, and he said, “The poop was on my hand. I picked it up and flushed it.”
THERE. There is where I was shocked. If this kid had been Ben instead of Adam, instead of calling for me (relatively calmly, in fact!) there would have been much wailing and gnashing of teeth, accompanied by a few screams and possibly crying. And picking up poo WITH A BARE HAND would simply never have happened.
I told Adam that next time he should leave it and let Mommy or Daddy clean it up, and he said, “But then you’ll have poop on YOUR hand?”
Speaking of. As I was doing laundry this afternoon, I opened the washing machine and started to put stuff into the dryer. All of a sudden, a lump of something flew out and landed on the floor in front of me. I probably don’t have to tell you what it was. And yes, I rewashed the whole load with hot water. And washed my hands. Twice.
Have you ever had to rewash a load of laundry?