So I am going to pretend that every child goes through this phase and I am not just a mother of one of THOSE kids. My youngest has been in and out of a fascination with his poop. He likes to say the word, tell me he has pooped, and now tries to stick his hand down his diaper and dig for gold....or brown....or green, or whatever color it may be that day.
Some times I catch him before he has a chance to create a work of art, but sometimes I get a screeching 4 year old letting me know that this poopy little monster has struck again. I have learned that most stuffed animals go through the washer and dryer JUST fine multiple times, and that even a 4 year old will let you throw away his "favorite" toy once it has been christened in fecal matter that isn't his.
I have decided that those moms that put their kids in jump suits or overalls may have more insight than I had previously thought. What I assumed was bad fashion sense, has now turned into a must have barrier to keep little hands out of poopy diapers.
He knows it's gross, and tells me so multiple times as I disinfect his hands, arms and what other body part it may have gotten on before he is caught. "icky! icky! ewww! icky!"
and here is where my fantasy of not having children kicks in.....
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