Yesterday, Caroline went running into the bathroom and pretty soon, I heard her calling my name. I know exactly what that means. Mama only gets called in for heavy duty, toxic cleanup.
It’s always a pleasure.
We took care of the business and she went back in the living room to finish watching Max and Ruby.
A few minutes later, nature and Caroline called again. Loudly.
I ran into the living room to see her standing in a very bow legged position and saying “Oh Mama, I have poo-poo”. That will go down as the understatement of the century. The only blessing in the whole scenario was that she had on tights, which helped keep the situation fairly contained.
I carried her very carefully into the bathroom and stripped her down. All I can say is it was legendary.
Later on, the phone rang and when I saw on Caller ID that it was Bops, I let Caroline answer the phone. Here’s the side of the conversation I heard.
“I’m wearing my new My Little Pony panties and they’re purple!”
“We’re just hanging out and I had a huge blowout”.