doody balls
This is a photo of the spot where the "incident" took place.
My daughter has been asking to go to Grandpa's house to go swimming for several days now. With my husband at work all day and evening today, I gave Dad a call to see if he wanted some company. Yippee! He's home and we are set to meet for lunch and a swim. Lunch was great (grilled cheese sandwiches) and my daughter AND my 7 month old son had a great time in the pool. As we are all eating our drumstick icecream cones the phone rings. It's Grandma. She wants to see us (and the new car). We decide to stay for dinner. She arrives about 5pm and the kids are starting to get cranky from their fun day with no nap. We sit down to eat and my daughter eats all of her pasta wheels and sauce. We are all still eating when she jumps up from the table and annouces that she's done. Her brother is sitting in the play area (pictured above) chewing on a piece of the play mat. We begin to attempt having an adult conversation now that my daughter has stopped asking us to tell her the story of Goldie Locks and the Three Bears while she eats. Something catches my eye and I turn toward the play area to see that my daughter has pulled her skirt off and is starting to pull down her pull-ups. "Honey, we don't pull down our pull-ups in the..." Just then she pulls them down and kicks them toward her brother. I leap from the table and the whole thing seems to play out in slow motion. As her diaper is flying across the room, so are little brown balls of doody. Across the playmat, over her brother's head, under the coffee table. I grab a paper towel and go doody hunting. I am pretty sure I have all the smelly pellets and put them in a plastic bag. Then I put the diaper in the bag and reach for her skirt. As I lift it up a huge doody ball falls out of it with a thump. I screamed and reached back in the bag for the paper towel to pick it up with. I made my way back to the table to finish my meal. My parents didn't quite no what to say. My Dad took bite of his meatball and said, "That didn't ruin my appetite."
6 Comments:
Doody balls would make an excellent variation on Jingle Bells.
Also, that's Dad for ya.
that would make a great "to tell the truth"
WOW! I hope that kind of stuff happens when I'm there!
correction: it would make a great just "the truth" ;) You might have to bring that show back for one more performance just so you can get that story in. It's a good thing those kids are so freakin cute, otherwise it would be gross, haha I love it.
that is very funny...
Of all the ones I've read so far, this made me laugh out loud. You are so funny, girl. The slow-mo just makes it so vivid. We all know that smell, too.
Well most of us do. Ah, these days wont be here forever. Enjoy them. Soon, she'll be a pre-teen and scoffing at your incompetency with the latest hip vocabulary. ("Dad! It's called the worm! Not the centipede! Duh.) Yes. The life of a step-mom. Whew. Summer's almost over.
Can't wait to have my own little dirty doody ones!
kisses,
j
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