It was almost the end of a busy day. The kids had taken a walk around the neighborhood, played at our local splash pad, played outside, made peanut butter cookies. I was tired and so were the kids.
Me: Ham and Hayd, do you guys want to take a bath before bed?
Since I'm sure you read the title of this post you can guess where this is going.
Hayd: Mom!!! Ham pooped in the tub!!!
Me: WHAT?!?!
So that happened. She was right, Ham pooped in the tub. It wasn't little either.
I yanked the kids out of the tub. Fished the floaters (yes, plural) out. Cleaned the tub. Cleaned the bath toys. Then showered the kids. I can't remember the last time I had to clean poop out of the tub. Let me tell you, it was not a fun way to end the day.
Me: Ham and Hayd, do you guys want to take a bath before bed?
Since I'm sure you read the title of this post you can guess where this is going.
Hayd: Mom!!! Ham pooped in the tub!!!
Me: WHAT?!?!
So that happened. She was right, Ham pooped in the tub. It wasn't little either.
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I yanked the kids out of the tub. Fished the floaters (yes, plural) out. Cleaned the tub. Cleaned the bath toys. Then showered the kids. I can't remember the last time I had to clean poop out of the tub. Let me tell you, it was not a fun way to end the day.
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