Allow me to set the stage for you…
It was 8:20pm, and after not sleeping much the night before and working at home during the day, I was pooped. My husband had just walked in the door after working all day and going food shopping, so I went out to the kitchen to help put the groceries away.
Our son, who was 4 years old at the time, had been running around pants-less for a few weeks in an effort to ditch pull-ups, and he was running all over the house overflowing with “Daddy’s-home-itis”…when he suddenly bolted into the room and said “I just made poop bubbles!”
“I made poop bubbles!” he said again – quite proudly.
My husband and I looked at each other with a nervous, questioning look on each of our faces, then proceeded to ask DaVinci – “did you go poops in the toilet?” He replied, “no.”
We both asked – in unison – “did you fart?”, which received a “yes” answer.
My husband then asked a question that would never have occurred to me in a million years, while my brain was picturing various areas in the house that may or may not have been covered with poop, he asked, “was it wet?” The question in and of itself was enough to stop me dead in my tracks after I had started going for the paper towels and wipes.
Thankfully – the answer was an immediate “no”. Usually any hesitation indicated that our son wasn’t sure what we’re asking him or that he was fibbing.
After a great sigh of relief and a look at each other, my husband and I both said “poop bubbles!” and exploded into laughter…immediately after which I had to run my preggo butt upstairs to use the toilet!