The Floater

It was bound to happen. Almost all of my friends who have little ones have had it happen at least once, but I fostered the slightly smug hope that we were past that point and it wouldn’t happen to us. Not so.

Yesterday, I stepped out of the bathroom for a moment when Alex was in the tub, only to get quickly paged back by Alex yelling “Mommy, Mommy, out please!!” Well, my little water boy rarely voluntarily leaves the tub, so I ran in there. And there he stood, pointing at the water, saying “out, please, poop! poop!” Needless to say, my gag-o-meter couldn’t handle it and Mike got the fun task of removing the floater from the bath water, and after a good hot water rinse we refilled the tub with bleach water after that to make sure the toys were all clean. Yech.

On the bright side, I was really proud of him for being polite and saying please in the face of such icky circumstances!