Warning! This post is not for the weak of stomach!
(If you are still reading this, and you get severely grossed out, it's your fault. You were warned.)
I've seen many a gross and disgusting thing in my 11+ years of mothering, but this takes the cake! Justice (who is still not cottoning to pooping on the potty -argh!) pooped in his underwear. It was rather loose, and it gooed down his leg in a major way (of all places in my house with next to no carpet, why did he have to do it on a rug?!) My first inclination that anything was wrong was when Justice informed me that Clayton was eating his poo. Indeed, there was my nine month old with his brother's poop smeared on his clothes, hands and mouth. Oh the horror!
After I had the kids and the mess all cleaned up, Bruce was holding the baby, and Clayton spit up all down Bruce's shirt. "Eww, what's Clayton been eating that's orange?" asked Bruce.
To which I replied "Poop."
We have now coined the phrase "poop-barf." Could anything be nastier than poop-barf?
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