So, in a recent post by Paul, at The Captain’s Speech, and comment made by another Paul, at In My cluttered Attic, they bantered back-n-forth within the post mentioning something about poop and flushing of toilet, and the other Paul talking about Picasso.
Well, I couldn’t help myself, that reminded me of the nick-name we had for my son when he was about 2 years old.
At this point, my son had graduated into a toddler bed. At nap time, he liked to do his pooping. I would try to catch it and provide freshy diapy…but he would always do stuff while sleeping too. One day, he woke and was curious about said poo, and figured out how to undo the Velcro of his diaper.
The first time this happened, we walked in and that room would get hot with the afternoon sun, and immediately, the whiff of BAKED POO hit us. OH, good god almighty! Then we realized, half of our son’s diaper was undone. A poop ball had rolled under his bed, he was happily smiling at us covered in doo-doo. It was all over the walls and bed post and mattress, and embedded in his fingernails. Ugh!
So, my husband had to immediately run the bath and plop him in it – he was tasked with cleaning the kid because he had a softer stomach. I was tasked with finding all poop and disinfecting the baked dookie room, which was far more difficult to handle. (breathe through the mouth) I think I cleaned for an hour.
We explained to him the yucky factor and no-no. The next time it happened, we yelled- NO, ICKY, YUCKY, NO-NO. And smacked his hand (after cleaning it). By the 3rd time, all of the above and this time he had no diaper on and a swift smack on the booty. After that, he realized Ohhh, you don’t want me to do that anymore. Okay. If I’m going to get the swat on the tushy, I don’t like that. 3x! 3X. OMG.
Ew. Gross, Gross, Gross- I can just imagine that at some point, it made it into his mouth. Ugh-ack! Can’t think of that!
Anyone else had/have a child fascinated with poop?