Ick

Perrin and I take a shower together pretty much every morning. It’s the easiest way for me to keep my eye on him while I’m showering; plus, he loves playing in the water. Yesterday morning, after I had showered, I plugged the drain and ran some warm water so that Perrin could stay in the tub and play while I dried and dressed. After about ten minutes, I asked him to pull the drain to start letting the water out. So he did.

As the water slowly drained, Perrin suddenly stood then squatted down halfway and began grunting. It took me a few seconds to realize what he was doing. By the time I figured it out and rushed to hoist him out of the water and onto his potty, it was too late—a floating #2 was already merrily making its way downstream.

This is the kind of thing that other parents do NOT tell you about when they’re explaining how wonderful and fulfilling it is to be a parent. (For the record, it truly is wonderful and fulfilling to be a parent, but some moments are a little more blessed than others.)

I don’t want to get too graphic here, but let’s just say that I felt like Perrin and I both needed to take a swim in bleach by the time I had captured and disposed of Perrin’s “boat.”

So today’s a new day… and I’m a little scared to let Perrin in the shower with me again.