Many of you know that I was have computer / website difficulties last week. A very helpful “Tweep,” a guy who follows on twitter, offered to help walk me through some computer issues.
While I was on a Google chat following some techy instructions the Tot walks up next to me, flapping his hands and sticking his tongue.
“This chocolate is nasty!”
Being just after Easter Sunday, the dining room table was covered with chocolate bunnies so I didn’t think much of it. The Tot does not like his hands dirty so excused myself from the conversation to go grab a wipe to clean his him. Do you know what I discovered?
THAT IT WAS NOT CHOCOLATE!
My three-year-old had poop smudged across his mouth, all over his hands (and yes it did look like melted chocolate), up his back, and I don’t think I need to list all the other places—and he tasted it! Poor baby.
I have been fortunate up until now that my older ones never felt the need to explore inside their pampers. Luckily he had not spread it anywhere else in the house, just on himself—and he wasn’t happy about it either.
My mother said that I never smeared poop when I was little, but when I was a bit older I had a habit of stringing bubble gum everywhere. I remember that, too! I don’t know why I strung bubble gum, I think the stinky strings fascinated me.