I debated on posting this blog, but I thought why not right. This blog is about the happenings in this mama's life. Not every mama's life, but this mamas!
So I was cleaning the kitchen this morning, as usual when I noticed that all was quiet. Bad sign! Silence is never good, wanted, but never good. So I peaked around the corner when I noticed small brown nuggets strewn across the floor. I had to do a double take.
Is that......is THAT POOP?
Oh shit, as I ran toward my son who was innocently sitting in the middle of it. And of course as I approached him, he so happily raised his hand to me, and low and behold he was holding a nice chunk of poop!
Oh dear god!
I quickly started to gather all the nuggets, with my bare hands mind you.
Ick, gross, ick, gross I kept repeating.
*insert Max's giggle here.
I ran to the kitchen to grab a wipe. GROSS!
and when I returned, Max was gagging, dry heaving, and spitting up.
Oh shit, he totally ate some shit! I also then started to heave.
Oh Jesus!
I didn't really know what to do at this point. I wiped his mouth and promptly stripped him of his clothes and threw him in the bath. Now I am not entirely sure why or how this would help the situation but it seems smart at the time. It at least gave me a moment to walk away and collect myself.
So now I guess I can say my son has eaten poop.
Does this mean I have failed as a mama, or is this a common right of passage.
Either way, I don't think he will try that one again.
p.s. the poop culprit was Ozzie, my beloved Puggle.
Oh my goodness. I hope he doesn't get sick!
ReplyDeleteLol. I think he only took a nibble :)
DeleteI remember my parents telling a story about little ol me - eating my own poop - so, there you go..i think it was during them changing me or something. it was definitely an embarrassing story told at the most inappropriate and embarrassing times.
ReplyDeleteOf course. Isn't that a parents job? To humiliate their children? :)
Deleteyep - I can't wait! ;)
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