Poop....

I babysat tonight.

I had a great time with the kid, reading books, crawling around the floor, dancing and giggling.

However, at one point, he made the tell-tale "I'm pooping" face, and emitted an odor. I naively assumed that this was a normal poop. I was horribly, horribly mistaken.

The little boy is 19/20 months old. So he can poop a lot, and he is far past the stage of odorless newborn poop. And he's on antibiotics.

There was poop EVERYWHERE. He had poop from his armpits to his toes. I eventually took my sweatshirt off and tried to just keep the offending mess from touching my tanktop. I basically hosed him down and found him some clean clothes. I must have used half a container of wipes. I put the poop-coated clothing in a paper bag.

I think this is why kids are cute. It's a biological necessity. I'm up to my elbows in gag-inducing poop, and he's looking at me with this adorable "oh my god, i'm covered in poo, you're going to help me, right?" expression.