So my 2 year old, or lets say 28 month old, just to be “specific”, had the time of her life tonight running around the house naked. And we don’t mind, it’s just before we get her in her “jammies” and really, who DOESN’T love to be naked? (if you’re one of those that don’t, sorry.)
Then… *GASP* we hear her squeal– “pooop poo” and so, we rush her to the potty. Oh no. She already went? Or did she? Wait. We were with her in the same room. The. Whole. Time. Or… were we? What the? Oh god. GOD. What happened? Where IS “it”? I ask her. She says “don’t know” or points to her potty. Or straight out LIES and says she already “did”. Like wtf does that mean? Ha!
So the house got cleaned top-to-bottom for an “open house” and boy am I a little po’d that there is a “mystery” poop somewhere. I blame my husband who started this prune obsession. She just LOVES them and wants them ALL the time. I cannot believe I am writing a post about poop. So gross.
Ahh, the joys of motherhood. Anyone have a nice story like this? It would really brighten my day! (or night).
