My kid pooped in the tub.
Trust me, I was doing a lot more than ewwwwwing.
The culprit? This one right here.
How can she be so stinkin' cute, and so stinkin' gross?
I can't say she didn't warn me. Both kids were in there, having a grand ol' time splashing away, when Gigi suddenly jumped up.
"Mom! I went peepee in the tubby!"
I told her not to worry, that accidents happen...BUT...there was to be NO poopy in the tub.
Ten seconds later...
"Moooommmmyyyy....I went pooooppppy."
"What?" I ask her.
"I went poopy in the tub." Seriously, she was whispering it!
"WhaaaaaT?" I jumped up and grabbed both kids out of the tub with Superhero Mom strength.
Sure enough, there it was. Uggggghhhh...
Fast forward to me with a Baggie on my hand, trying to snag the darn thing and avoid choking on my own vomit.
Oh, and did I mention how many toys were in the tub at the time?
Yeah. Now fast forward to me disinfecting each and every one.
Oh gaaaaaaaa. Where's my wine?