It was one of the moments mommies dread… the realization that the not-so-pleasant incident caused in public may have been caused by my child.Blame it on the forgetfulness of a 4-year-old, or, like Katie has written on this blog, the child who has gets too distracted by whatever else is going on to take care of personal duties. After work last night the kids and I headed to swimming lessons. At the indoor facility we attend, there is a play pool for the youngsters. While my daughter was in her lessons, my son and I hit the little pool. About 15 minutes later a dad sitting in a chair watching his kids (there were only 4 in the pool at the time) quickly shuttled them out - "it’s time to go!" he said. Then I hear, "M’am, M’am… there’s poop in the pool." Yikes. I grab my son, tell him we have to go, "There’s poop in the pool." He’s very upset, "No poop in the pool. Poop in the potty." I tell him, "Yes, I know, you poop in the potty. But someone has pooped in the pool. It’s yucky. We have to get out." He’s very upset the next five minutes as we get out and change clothes. He really wanted to keep swimming. Shortly after I get my daughter from class and change her clothes. Then we’re ready to go.As we get in the car, I very gently just ask my son, "Did you poop in the pool?" Well, his answer was a quiet yes, then a quiet no. Then, "No, I poop in the potty." I guess I’ll never know for sure.But as a mom, I have my suspicions.
Hey Michelle, it happens to the best of us.
This weekend my “third child” Jack was at home (thank goodness he wasn’t at my house) and they were working on underwear boot camp. Now this 3-year-old has yet to poop successfully in the potty, preferring a diaper and a table to hide under for his facilities. He does however, know better than to go in his underwear. So what does Diaper Dan do when he’s put to the test? He takes off his shoes, socks, pants and underwear and squats in the corner of his bedroom. And his parents only found out about this little incident after he picked up the poop and carried it out to show them. What a sweetie.
I heard this story on Monday morning during drop-off and I guess I laughed a little too long. Because two hours later he climbed into our laundry basket full of shoes and pee’d all over them. Karma stinks, don’t it?