Poop Eater.

I rarely get grossed out. It is even more rare that I get grossed out to the point that I vomit. This morning was one of those rare instances though. Let me preface this by saying that I am starting to potty train our son. Still in the early stages of associating pee and poop and when he needs to go to the potty. The woman who potty trains her kids in a day should seriously be given the Mother of the Year Award because I do not know how she does it! Anyway, I'm sitting on the couch this morning and the kids are playing nicely on the floor. All of a sudden I hear, "Potty! Potty!" I look over and my son is holding his diaper, a little triumph in my book because he takes them off as soon as he dirties his diapers now (we are getting somewhere!), for me to take. I go over and tell him we are going to go use the potty when, as soon as I grab the diaper, I hear, "Smack smack smack." I notice he didn't just potty but, he pooped too. I snatched my head to the right and looked down in horror.  My daughter has two handfuls of smelly, smushy, brown stuff and a ring around her mouth to match! I gagged right then and there. But that's not all. I have to clean her first, obviously. So I am cleaning one hand and in the meantime she is grabbing me with the other. My arms, clothes, legs... face... you get the picture. Mind you, while all of this is going on, my son is still running around with poop on his butt. So I have a trail of little poopy butt prints on our entryway tile. I eventually get the kids, entryway and myself cleaned up. Needless to say this one will be going into the archives to tell them in about 25 years when they are beginning parenthood.
~Megan