We all have a story like this. OK, not all of us. Just those of us that are HUGELY lucky. And by lucky, I mean, not home. Out with the girls.
On Monday night, I went to book club. I left the house just before bath time and went on my merry way. I’m at a friends house, drinking wine and eating enchiladas and my damn phone keeps beeping. Text. Text. Text. Bing. Bing. Bing. So I finally check and this is what’s awaiting me:
If you can’t tell, that’s a lovely picture. Poop in the tub. Ha!! I was having such a nice time. Poop in the tub! HA!! POOP IN THE TUB!!
Paul’s not an overly active Facebook poster. He shares the real gems with his friends, kind of like this:
I know you’re thinking, thanks Karen, I wanted poop in the tub with my coffee on a Friday morning. You. ARE. WELCOME. Ah, the joys of parenting and children and the risks that arise when you get them naked. Never a dull moment.
