I just scored a flying F. I may as well tattoo it on my
forehead. This one may haunt me.
It was naptime, and Spencer and I were both home. He was in
the twins’ room and I had been running some dirty diapers and clothes
downstairs. I overheard Spencer asking Elliana what she was doing in the
bathroom. So, on one of my rounds, I poked my head in and found her on the
little potty (which doubles as a step stool). Apparently, she’d decided she
needed to use that potty. She looked up at me through the crack in the door,
solemnly said “I need privacy”, and closed the door. I mentioned, to the door, that this was ok but it would need
to be cleaned up after (aka empty the potty pail into the big potty afterwards).
Spencer was sure that this was going to be a problem. I, on
the other hand, thought it might all be fine. I ran my last armful of clothing
downtairs and returned to find Spencer no longer with the babies. Instead, he
was at the bathroom door with his mouth hanging wide open and making gagging
sounds.
By the time I entered the room, all three of us were staring
into the sink. There, plopped right across the drain was an enormous poop. In
Elliana’s left hand was the potty pail that collects the waste. In her right
hand, and trailing on the floor, was a full-sized bath towel that was wet and
poopy. Apparently, she’d been
trying to clean the potty pail but had failed to empty it into the toilet
first.
So, in this crucial moment, with no time to spare, I did the
WORST thing. It was one of those uncontrollable urges to laugh in response to a
shocking situation. It seized me
and took on a life of its own. Between gasps, and poorly concealed giggles, I
began guiding Elliana through the clean-up.
Under normal circumstances, this would be bad. However,
Elliana lives to entertain. And, I caught a glimmer in her eye as soon as she
saw me laugh. The more I tried to hide it the more the corners of her mouth
turned up.
Spencer quickly escorted me out of the room and redirected
me to twin nap duty. I am
weak-kneed at the potential repercussions of what just happened.
God help me.
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