Conner (2 years old) just woke up. He woke up in the usual way. I was out in the family room watching tv when I heard the door knob turning. It usually takes him a few tries to get the door open. If he ever has trouble he calls and his mom or I come running. I thought I heard one little rattle, then silence. I dismissed it, thinking he was not yet awake. A few moments later I heard that same little rattle, then silence once again. After the third sound of a half-attempt-turn-of-the-knob, I thought I would go check in to see if it was in fact my precious son. As I turned the knob, a little, innocent voice, before I even had the door partly opened said timidly, "sorry daddy". This has only happened one other time, and it involved a pile of little Conner poop on his brother's floor. It should have been no surprise when as I opened the door, I was nearly knocked over by that very same smell. The smell was accompanied by the sight of smeared poop all over the walls and dresser. When I asked him what he had done, all he said was "sorry daddy" again, then burst into tears.
He was rushed to the bathroom, where he was stripped down, dumped in a hot bath and scrubbed repeatedly. As I scrubbed down the walls, Indie, our dog, decided the story wasn't quite good enough, so she came in and pooped right beside me.
It might all be funny tomorrow.
2 comments:
Scotty wishes you would have taken pictures of the poop. A picture is worth 1000 words!! or just two, Holy Crap!
HaHaHA! Well, he is a very advanced artist. Even going as far as to use different mediums. Thats a talented boy you have. The dog however....
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