The speed at which oil drops jump at you when you put in a frozen nugget in sizzling oil is less than a milli second, so swift, its unavoidable.

I still have issues frying stuff. But thats not my Story. My story is about that speed I just mentioned.

Two days ago at 4am, Mr. I. started whining. That very day my girl friends were discussing how boys can be difficult with pee and poo. I just replied saying you girls are scaring me. Little did I know my fears would turn to reality.

4am. I switched the dim light on, enough light to see what my hands were doing and enough darkness to not awaken Ms.S.

I quickly opened the Pamper, my immediate reflex is to put a tissue on the waterway source to avoid pee mishaps. I raised his tiny legs, and successfully replaced the pamper with a clean one.

But. Like oil droplets jump at you, I received a generous and fierce squirt of poo from that tiny bum.

I screamed and startled my husband. He woke up and kept gasping at my poop filled hands and clothes like I was some untouchable monster.

5 minutes later I went to switch off the light only to laugh at what lay ahead in the days to come.

It was filthy and fast. But now its mine. Even if it creeps me out.

To more squirts of pee n poo on shirts.

Mom life. Cant deny.