Vince’s latest things to say?
“Mummy, that’s funny!”
“Chewie, don’t bite Mummy’s pants. That’s bad.”
“Chewie is too noisy. Be quiet!”
And this evening?
“Mummy? Vincent poo-poo bath-tub! Ewww! Stinky poo!”
I thought it was all talk. But, as it turns out, it was action too. “Daddy!!”, I hollered, “I need you!!”
“What?!” Edward shouted in reply.
“Poop in the tub!! I need help!”
And so while Edward got V cleaned up, pajamaed and read him a few stories, I fished poo out of the tub with a paper towel. This is not a fun game. The motion of the paper towel under water causes ripples that make the poo drift away from your paper-wrapped hand.
And if, say, you had a tub filled with bubbles, it turns into ‘hide and seek with poo’. Not ‘Hide and Seek with Pooh’ as that would actually be fun. Just me, on my knees beside the tub carefully scooping turds out and depositing them into the toilet.
Funnily enough, V was not in the slightest bit upset that this happened. Like the last few times it did. He was just very matter of fact. And then stood there, very patiently, while I fished him out of the tub and rinsed him off. And then promptly told Daddy all about it when he came upstairs.
There might have been a hint of pride in his retelling of the story.
Lord. Help. Us.
What a perfect ending to a lovely day…