The Poop Scoop Shimmy

There is Never (read: NEVER, EVER, EVER) a dull moment in my household. NEVER.

Just recently, I placed the children in their respective bathtubs (what a waste of water, I know. Mother Earth may have to forgive me, it’s easier than having two toddlers fist fight in a pool of water). It didn’t take long before Mr. Mr. Gettie began screaming hysterically and calling “come and get me”.

My little guy was standing with his arms straight out, watching -you guessed it, poop float around his feet. In an effort to avoid the ‘floaters’ he was shimmying back and forth. You could almost hear the jaws music. *Dun-Dun, Dun-Dun*

In my infinite wisdom, I picked him up, hauling him off to the finish taking a bath with his brother in the other bathroom.

Before even setting Mr. Mr.’s feet on the bottom of the tub, he asked for bubbles, which instigated a fist fight (literally). The battle of bubbles or no bubbles.

And it never fails, the phone began to ring. Leaving me with two screaming toddlers, a ringing telephone, and ‘floaters’. You know, there is no dignified way to clean up after a child that poops in the bathtub.