Warning: This is a gross story, if you don't want to hear about a parenting poop story, you are free to stop here.
This morning, Rod and I were preparing Jace for his bath. Rod was changing his diaper while I filled the tub. I finished and came into the bedroom. Rod and I had a little exchange over who was going to give him the bath.
"You can do it if you don't have homework."
"You have the towel, are you going to do it?"
"No, you can do it."
I got to give him the bath, so Rod went to do his homework while I picked up the naked baby and carried him into the bathroom. Jace was looking all around, smiling and happy, excited for the bath, I think. I patted his cute little bum and noticed it was sticky. Better clean that, I thought. I shifted him to put him in the tub and as the baby left my arm, I discovered a poop stuck to my arm and watch sticking straight up! He left the poop behind!
"Rod! Augh! ROOOD!"
Rod came into the room.
"You missed some!"
Rod burst out laughing at my predicament. I handed the baby off to Rod so Rod could give him the bath while I cleaned off. Rod insisted that Jace must have pooped on me, Rod hadn't missed any. But I saw the poop roll underneath Jace while Rod was changing his diaper, Rod may have missed it. Jace was not straining to have a poop while I was holding him. So, I insist that Rod missed a poop, Rod insists Jace must have pooped on me. The only one who really knows is Jace, and he's not talking. Oh, the joys of parenthood. (Fortunately, Rod and I were both laughing so hard we were crying during this whole experience.)
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