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Angus crapped on my foot tonight.
Wait, what? You didn't catch that?
Here it is again. A n g u s crapped on my foot tonight.
We were headed for the toilet, his pants were already off due to an earlier attempt, when he just couldn't hold it any longer. We were two steps away from getting his bum securely positioned over the poop portal, when it shot out like a stinky rocket. It, the poop, landed firmly (and might I add warmly) on my foot. No, not just on my foot, but covering my foot, from my ankle down to my toes.
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Lost
Lost
Tonight at bedtime began a furious search for bear-bear (Oscar's beloved buddy). He was nowhere to be found so I sent the tired boy to bed with a substitute. I carried on the search for an hour which consisted of me crawling around on my hands and knees through out the house (I find that if I am looking for kid related items getting myself down to around their eye level is usually helpful). I even scoured over the yard, three times. After a bunch of "please help me to find bear-bear" prayers, a word entered my mind.
Cookies.
Cookies? That's it! Oscar was in the pantry looking for cookies after dinner tonight. I raced to the pantry and opened the door.
Sure enough there was bear-bear waiting patiently, atop a bucket of onions no less, for Oscar to finish his cookies and come back to find him. I picked up that sweet, sweet friend, carried him into the boys dark bedroom and placed him next to Oscar's hands.
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Two examples of what an excellent mother you are, Helen!
(That is, assuming you didn't scream/yell/freak out and traumatize poor Angus when the 'crapping' occurred, which I'm fairly confident you didn't).
Don't think of it as poo. Think of it as a used-up log of the always delcious food you have fed him that happens to come out his back side. It was just food landing on you. Like compost. Does that make it any better?
Only you seem to have experiences like this. :) Or you are the only one brave enough to post about them. Way to be tough and face the poo!
I love this. Not the crap story. The other one.
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