The “characters” in the following story are merely figments of my imagination and are not actual people. Or at least that’s the story I’m sticking to.
A little boy, let’s call him Charlie, was supposedly taking a nap. Most days, he spent the two hours of “rest time” as his mommy tried to sell it, singing and yelling and throwing all of the blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals out of his crib.
One glorious day after weeks of Charlie not napping, his mommy noticed that he was quiet. She thought to herself how nice it was to have those two hours actually be quiet hours. There was no yelling or singing and she was certain that THIS was the day that he had finally napped.
Around 4:00, Mommy could hear Charlie chatting up a storm in his crib. She went into his room and discovered a site so horrifying, she could hardly grasp what she was seeing.
What she saw was this: Charlie’s pants were nowhere to be found. Brown specs covered his legs.
There was a brown smear at his hairline and some more brown streaked in his hair. Her eyes then noticed the brown on the wall next to the crib and the brown along a few of the slats of the crib.
Her initial coping thoughts immediately led her to believe that somehow she had forgotten and sent him to bed with chocolate pudding. But, no…it wasn’t possible, she’d never have done such a thing.
Could it be crayon? Maybe a brownie?
She knew, though. She knew what it was. Mommy could hardly speak and just stared at Charlie and the brown stuff with her mouth agape.
“Charlie!” she bellowed. “Did you…did you…did you smear POOP everywhere???”
“Yeah, Mommy!” Charlie beamed with pride. “My poop was a hot dog!”
And that’s when she passed out.
Okay not really, that’s when she asked him if he’d eaten his poop and waited with horrified and bated breath.
“…because you DO NOT eat poop!” which is a sentence she never thought she’d actually have to verbalize.
Charlie looked horrified and shook his head “no.”
Hours of discussion followed the lengthy clean-up session. Mommy reminded Charlie that poop was NOT for playing with, touching, or especially eating. She threatened the loss of certain train and tractor items if he was to ever smear poop again.
Charlie seemed to feel remorseful and seemed to understand how wrong poop playdates were and Mommy felt she had done a good job in getting her message across….that is until the next time she changed one of his poopy diapers and he again proclaimed with broad smile, “My poop is a hot dog!”
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Today’s giveaway is potty related, more toward the pee than the poo.
One lucky winner will receive a Flippee The Toilet Shield, which helps teach and guide boys where to tinkle! I’m about 100% sure that the boy in the story above is going to need this. He seems like the spraying type.
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