Son #2 was enjoying a lovely bubble bath one fine evening. A tug boat and several duckies bobbed along in the water. Son #2 squealed and splashed. As usual, I sat beside the tub reading a magazine and periodically talking to my little baby. He crawled on his hands and knees to one side of the tub and began to play with a couple floating rafts.
I perused the articles in the magazine. Then, I heard a grunting noise. I glanced at Son #2 and noticed that he was sitting in the water holding a toy. He grunted again. I became suspicious. Was my baby about to POOP in the tub?!
Quickly, I tossed the magazine aside and hoisted Son #2 from the water. As I did, a large turd began to descend from his bottom toward the pristine bath water. I shrieked. "NO, NO, NO! NOT AGAIN!"
Sadly, it was too late. Son #2's bottom released the poo like a missile. It screamed toward earth and landed directly onto the tub deck.
I sighed as I sat Son #2 on his potty.
My littlest son laughed and clapped with glee.
I threw up a little in my mouth at the sight of a large turd gleaming on white porcelain.
Thank goodness for powerful disinfectants.