Pooped! Tub!
I have been debating whether or not to share this, but I figure that a bunch of you are in for it in a short while anyway. So here goes.
A couple days ago Gentry pooped in the tub. I know this is not ground breaking or anything and he has done it before, but he has been so funny about it ever since.
When we saw him sitting in the tub with a great big poop we immediatly removed him and went and decontaminated him in the other bathtub. Gentry was so sad about it. It was probably the way that we acted that brought on the enormous melt down that followed the event. For a little while he would not lie down in my tub so that I could properly lather, rinse, repeat. Then when he finally did lie down, and I washed him, he would not get back up. He wanted to stay in the tub. I was not in the mood to see if he had any other suprise to share. So I got him out.
While I was bathing Gentry, jj began the wash and sterilization of the tub that had just been defecated in. He filled the bathroom sink with clorox and water and started washing all the toys that were in the the tub at the same moment. He then got out the Ajax and washed the tub. He was very efficient and thorough. He deserves a reward. I know just what he would like.
The next day every person that I talked to Gentry had to interrupt and say, “Pooped! Tub!” All the people would smile and then look at me quizzically. I would tell them that he had pooped in the tub and that he was obviously very proud of the fact. It was semi-mortifying to discuss the bowel movements of my son with my mothers coworkers, including but not limited to, the Mayor of Herriman. Who is very understanding, having raised five children himself. I just like to pretend that I am civilized and that such disturbances never happen in my life.
He was still talking about it today when I gave him a bath. He got in the tub and said happily, “Pooped! Tub!” I hoped he was stating fact and not warning of things to come. Here’s to the ghost of things to come.