Because you will undoubtedly have to deal with it - no exceptions. And I'm not gonna lie, it's gross. I have been tried and tested and know that I can, indeed, deal with the my children's feces. Today was one of those days. Quick(not too graphic, but gross) story:
While Ka'imi and Makoa eat breakfast, I read my scriptures. It's the only time, first thing in the morning, that I have any quiet. Ka'imi sits in his booster seat, so I usually leave him in there as long as he's happy. Makoa can just get down himself when he's completely finished. While I was reading, Cameron came down stairs and we chatted for a bit. My back is facing the dining table, when Cameron asks me "what's all over Ka'imi?".
"Food." I assume. As I glance back, I say out loud... "What the...? I didn't give him anything brown..." As I take steps closer my heart starts racing as I imagine the worst...
It. Is. The. Worst.
And. Its. EVERYWHERE.
I didn't even want to touch him! Cameron was chuckling at this point and I look at him with pleading eyes, "Don't make me deal with this!" I'm thinking.
"What do you want me to do?!" He asks.
"I dunno. ANYTHING!" But I can't think of any other request than do it all!"
He's had a long night, I know. And I really can't imagine him handling this better than me (call it what you will, but, ultimately, I don't mind dealing with my children). I buck up, unbuckle the human disgustoid, and put him, shirt, diaper and all- right into the tub.
And I deal with it.
Good morning - TO ME!
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