Well here I am again with another poo related post for you. “Matter” for those of you with a more sensitive stomach…
Don’t lie, you’ve been waiting for this all week.
Well there I was, going about my daily business, making sandcastles and building ‘mountains’ with the kids when all of a sudden, the baby freezes and pulls that face. The “yes I’m taking a shit, right here right now, am I cute or am I cute?” face.
So what? You ask. Take off his nappy and throw it away…
He wasn’t wearing a nappy.
Or swimming trunks.
He pooed directly onto the sand.
We had to scoop it up in a spare plastic bag. It was like we’d suddenly acquired a chihuahua. I bloody hate dogs.
When I went to pick him up to carry him home, he started weeing.
Excuse me while I go lay down in a dark room….
What is life?
P.S. I now have a full and hearty appreciation for the invention of the pooper scooper.
P.P.S. He found this absolutely hilarious, and has now learnt to say “caca”. In fact, he said it this morning while holding his stomach and smiling knowingly. I had a nice present to deal with then too…
