Poo

Trying to get myself ready this morning and feeling smug that we were nearly ready to head off to nursery, when cries of 'it was a accident, Mummy' and much scuffling in the bathroom made my heart sink.

Peering round the corner I found William in the bathroom frantically pulling out Kandoos and swiping at his feet, fearing the worst I walked into his room to be greeted by two eyewatering piles of faeces.

Sometimes, when faced with situations of this magitude you freeze, unable to take in the horror let alone do anything about it. To add insult to injury he'd even managed to smear it into one of the hinges of his ELC garage. How the...?

Alas sinking to the floor and weeping was not an option. Teeth gritted, armed with reams of loo roll and a can of industrial-strength Vanish I set to work while William kindly pointed out where the poo was and James tried to crawl through it.

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Lowly said…
I always find breathing through the mouth a helpful exercise in the clearing of POO.
17 October 2008 at 01:23
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