Topic: Weirdness
Ya know, by nature, I'm not the type to talk about bodily functions, unless it happens to be trying to conceive! LOL But, much to the pleasure of Gretchen and her poop obsession I'm sure, I am jumping on the POSTING OF POOP bandwagon ;)
A week or two ago (I have NO concept of time anymore!) I called Bubba at work. Here's how the conversation went.
Me ~ Bubba, I just called to tell you why it's ME at home and not you.
Him ~ *insert nervous laughter here* Oh no, what happened?
Me ~ Pruitt pooped.
Him ~ Ummm. . .ok. He does that.
Me ~ Yeah, he does, but I went to change his diaper and he wasn't done so it got on the second diaper underneath.
Him ~ LOVELY!
Me ~ Oh, it doesn't end there. I started to wipe him off again, but he STILL wasn't done, so I let him finish.
Him ~ *Laughing*
Me ~ So when I went to clean him up AGAIN, I lifted his legs and I guess I added too much pressure because he pooped again.
Him ~ That's my boy!! *laughing still*
Me ~ Bubba. . .it wasn't just dripping poop, this was PROJECTILE poop!! All over his outfit, all over the changing pad, all over the changing table, across the diaper caddy and clean diapers, on ME, and, get this dude, ON THE FLOOR!!!!!!
Him ~ NO. WAY.
Me ~ See! I told you that you should be glad you're at work.
Him ~ Oh man! That's when I would have started screaming and run away. That's way too much for me to handle!
Luckily this was a ONE TIME event. By the time it was on the floor I was laughing my big 'ole hiney off. And we did this to ourselves on purpose. . .now there's irony for you!
