Piper just had explosive diarrhea...in my hand. Like, literally in my hand. She had just gone poopie and said her tummy hurt (what she says before she drops a deuce) and then she ripped a loud, wet hiney-talk. I lifted up her dress to continue wiping her from the previous poopie and right when my hand goes to wipe over her hind-end she lets out another hiney-talk and diarrhea SHOOTS out of her hiney and into my hand. I shrieked, but held it together and calmly leaned her back down onto her potty (that was thankfully right next to us) and calmly grabbed her panties and The Very Hungry Caterpillar book that were both now victims of said diarrhea attack and slowly stood up, said "Mommy will be right back sweetie" in a sing-song voice and then turned to the doorway and ran like hell down to the kitchen with my poop covered hands.
I basically cloroxed everything in sight including myself (think of that scene from The Crying Game). Poor little muffin. I can't remember when, or if, she's ever had diarrhea before. Oye. The things you do for your little ones.
She is now happily sitting on the couch (in a diaper, just in case!) watching The Jungle Book.
2 comments:
oh.my. shit hands. you had shit hands. that is supper shitty. oh.my.
Yowsers. Super yucky yuck.
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