Yesterday at 10 a.m. the city water meter-reader knocked on my door. “Kee-rap.” I thought to myself. Why? Well, for one, a huge bill always shows up about a week after he’s been here, but the REAL reason is that I was still rockin’ my pajamas and bathrobe, unwashed face, and crazy bed-hair ponytail. It’s not that I want to impress the meter-reader, but I’d rather NOT be the funny story he tells at dinnertime. So, I cheerfully showed him the meter, thanked him, and wished him a nice day as if it were the most normal thing in the world for me to be dressed that way (which it is, unfortunately). Then I closed the door behind him and had a good laugh at myself!!
A few minutes later, Joshua, who was still rockin’ his Spiderman sleeper, wandered up to me. He was fingering the bottom of his sleeper leg just below his calf. What he said baffled me. Are you ready? Here goes:
Joshua: Mommy, I have a little piece of poop in my pants. Would you like to see it?
Me: What??? Did you poop your pants?
Joshua: (very indignant!) No, I said I have a little piece of POOP IN MY PANTS!
I hustled him to the bathroom, peeled off his sleeper, and discovered he did indeed have a very small, hard turd in the leg of his pants. How it got out of his underwear, I do not want to know. After giving him the “tell-mommy-when-you-need-to-poop” lecture and stripping him and washing his hands veeeery thoroughly, I got him dressed and quizzed him on what exactly had transpired. He seemed as confused about the event as I was.
Ah, well. Scaring the meter-reader and solving poop mysteries. It’s all in a day’s work around here! Can’t wait to see what today holds!
(P.S. Emily text messaged me last night that she is safely in Florida!)
