“MOOOOM! THERE’S THROW-UP POOP IN THE POTTY!!”
I ran upstairs to my toddler screaming and saw her adorably pudgy, little, fingers pointing at the bowl. These are the moments you prepare yourself for. Parenthood always has curve-balls. Could this be a rare disease? Would this be the first instance, followed up by dozens of visits to the Mayo Clinic? How did she manage to make it to the bathroom in time opposed to the other times when she’s merely lazy and doesn’t want to get up? Does this affect 1 in a million kids? WHY MY KID???
Then she pointed proudy and exclaimed, “My butt threw up.”
I had to give it to her for intelligence and creativity. I’m going to use this from now on. If you ever get diarrhea, and you’re feeling spunky? Just say your butt threw up. It might sound way, cuter.
