I knew it would eventually come. I was just imagining it not as gross, i think. The other day just before Kindermusik started we let n8 run around in his underwear because he started to develop a sort of diaper rash and wanted to avoid diapers while we were at home (which is a rareity these days). Well, not even 3 minutes later, i started to smell something. I asked n8 if he had poo-poo, and of course got the answer i always get, “no, mommy, i don’t”.

Taking a peek in i saw there was not only poop, but tons! I stuck n8 in the tub, removed the underpants and stuck them in the toilet for the time being. David and i washed n8 all up good as new and then david took over getting him dressed again. I meanwhile went back to the underpants which were now drowining in a pool of feces in the toilet. I stuck my hand in and began to scrape the chunks of poop into the toilet, flushed it and then took the pants to the sink where i proceeded to scrape and rinse them out. It was such a pleasant experience. Just how i imagined it’d be.