I feel like my whole life revolves around other people’s poop. Sophie held her poop for four years. Ava won’t poop on the potty with any regularity. Sam eats his poop. (As an aside, poop eating, while gross, actually makes my life a little easier. If everyone in my life ate their own poop, I wouldn’t be writing this post. I’d just be investing in mouthwash.)
Anyway, today Sophie informed me that she has diarrhea. “Every time I toot, I squirt in my underpants…just a little.”
Two days ago Sam ate rat poison. Yesterday I ran all over the place trying to find doggie Vitamin K1. Today my oldest has the Hershey squirts and I had to explain to her that going to the trampoline place when you have explosive diarrhea is not a good idea.
Needless to say, she was not happy about that.