The best part about Poop stories is that after the initial disgust, wailing and cursing. My mother in law and I share a good laugh. I like that.
But before we reach that state where our bellies tremble as we laugh:
The nuisance I have to bear:
- The cries of the pooper for his brain cannot process the excretion system and holds his poop smeared bum and cries harder after staring at his poop smeared hands until clean.
- The cry of the pooper’s older sibling who has frankly done that shit but she don’t remember nothing. She cries bcoz he poops and she cant stand it.
- I roll my eyes, coz frankly, it’s not like I don’t run him to the toilet the moment I see him wide eyed and pressed lipped, but his ass stops from letting go in the toilet.
I’m smirking as I type. Yet. It’s virtual so definitely no one can see the disgust on my face. Hah.
