Oh. And This Happened Too.

If you don’t care for reading about poop or vomit or throw up, you should probably read another blog.

A tidier, cleaner, more appropriate blog perhaps.

I can’t exactly help this.

I have six kids – remember?

This is what I do right now.

Here goes . . .

They needed a bath.

It was a tub mostly full of pudgy kid legs and dirty toes and stubby fingers and plastic tug boats.

Beckett, Otto Fox and Piper Finn were all getting a cleansing soak.

Things seemed pretty fine.

Rinse hair.

Wash face.

Reach for baby shampoo.

Turn back to tub.

What in the world?

Who dumped a small bucket of blueberries in this bath tub?

What is that floating mess anyway?

It looks hairy.

What?

Oh man.

Oh man.

That is poop.

Blueberry poop.

Whole blueberries.  Half blueberries.  Other stuff.  But all poop.  Floating blueberry poop.

(This is when I was so grateful for back up.  I yelled for help – because what other response fits here?  And help came.  Kids were yanked away from floating poop.  Tub was scrubbed and cleaned.  How did I avoid that task myself?  I cannot answer that question.  Kids were inserted back into clean tub with clean water and became clean children once again.  Ah – teamwork.  Now that’s the plus side of having extra adults on hand.)