If you do not like stories with a gross out factor stop reading right now.
We usually bathe Carter and Ava together. They enjoy the company and it makes our life a lot easier. Carter giggles, Ava squeals and Mom and Dad get soaked with bath water. It's always been an enjoyable family time for us. But Wednesday night, this relaxing time was about to take a baaaaad turn.
Mike and I were chatting and Carter and Ava were playing. Meme had just bought Ava a mermaid barbie doll for the bathtub. And as with any new toy the kids were fighting over it like it was the last cookie in the house. Suddenly Ava leans over and starts pushing and grunting. I know that this is not good and unfortunately I'm right. Soon the bottom of the bath tub and all the toys are stewing in a gigantic wave of diahrrea. Poor Carter is looking at me in horror and Ava is playing happily acting very relieved. We scoop the kids out of the bathtub fast but the damage has been done. Cleanup was not pretty and unfortunately the brand new mermaid barbie doll had to find a new home in the trash can. (Believe me, if you had seen the state it was in, you would have done the same thing.) I'm pretty sure this is one event that will be burned into my memory for many years to come. And I don't think my nostrils will ever forget the stench either. Now aren't you glad I shared this with you?
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Wow, that sounds like that was fun. ;)
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing how kids give you the opportunity to live through all sorts of things you would never have guessed you could survive???