forgotten big brother

A while ago someone told me a story about their sibling pooping in the bath while they were in there together and the sibling was yanked out immediately and they were left. With the poop. I made a mental note that I didn’t want to do that to my children, it sounded like a terrible experience.

Last night the kids were in the tub, I was folding laundry and Aaron was watching an Austin City Limits of the FooFighters (worthy show, gave me a new interest in their music), and this high pitched shriek began to emit from the bathroom. It was awful, I couldn’t get to the door fast enough, Miriam was totally losing it. It sounded like some monster was coming out of the drain headed straight for her. I flung open the door to see both kids standing in the tub, Miriam lunged for me shaking and screaming. Simon calmly states “She picked up a piece of poop.” I pulled her out and held her over the toilet, Aaron had made it to the room by now and he starts swirling the water in the tub with a cup to scoop out the poop. After about two minutes Simon, still standing at the end of the tub, says “Umm, can somebody help me?”

I failed my Supermom test, and I was even forewarned about this one! Darn.