In some brief moment of insanity, I decided to allow my son to run, half naked, through the sprinkler before his bath tonight.
Dreadful decision.
It was a blast watching him laugh and hop and squeal all through the yard yelling, "Wa-er, Wa-er!" It was one of those moments you wanted to freeze-frame in your mind. I was applauding my spontaneity and fun-loving mommyness.
Until it was time to go inside.
It was then that I realized my child was more than a little bit covered in the grass clippings left by the recent lawn mowing his daddy had completed, and, even worse, I realized that a swimming diaper can only do so much.
Particularly when a bowel movement is involved.
Let's just say it took two adults and a whole lot of bath water to clean up the liquefied mess. Repulsive, to say the least.
Now, my fond frolicking-in-the-sprinkler memories are tainted with a foul odor.
As is my shirt.
2 comments:
That is when you cut the diaper off and hose him off. Bring a little bit of soap outside for his bottom and you can check bath off your list. Easy-peasy!
I'm with J--the bath would have occurred outside...that would have been a very nice gift to leave your way-too-demanding landlords!
I know, that was mean.
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