As many of you already know, my child has a thing for pooping in the bathtub. Every single time she does it Keith cleans it up without complaining, while I usually gag and say “Why Ellie, Why?!?!”. I order to avoid this from happening everyday we now try to stick to showers, because they are less relaxing, and we always ask Ellie before she gets in the shower if she has to poop. Sometimes she says yes and we put her on the toilet. Once there she looks around, smiles, and says “All done”, without having done anything. Usually she says no. Tonight she said no, so she and I got in the shower. Everything was fine and we were all clean so Ellie was playing with the water. She turns and looks at me and says “Dada?”, almost as if she knew I was going to need to call for him soon. Then she let out this aweful, messy fart and pooped all over the bathtub and almost on my foot. I yelled “HOLY CRAP!”, and started screaming for Keith. Luckily I had the bathroom window open, and the kitchen window was open, so my screams carried outside so that Keith could hear me in the other room and came to my rescue. He said “O.K., Get out.”, and proceeded to clean up poop for about the 30th time without one complaint. God I love him.
On a side note, I am begining to realize that I severely overuse and misuse my dear friend, the comma.
I liked the story from Keith’s POV:
Guys I have a funny poop story, I was doing dishes when I heard Liana screaming for me from the shower when I get there Ellie has pooped everywhere… I don’t know why I’m always cleaning up the poop but I would’ve been here sooner.
The fecal posts need to stop.
Ellie is gonna LOVE reading these when she gets older!