One of the many perils of new parenthood - as many of you know and many more will find out, is the danger of getting pooped and peed on. It happens. Once you are a seasoned old Road Warrior like me lugging about three kids under the age of 2 you never even flinch at the occasional misplaced bodily fluid. As they age, these instances wane in frequency and that's a good thing - as you can imagine.
Heck - by the time you get to where you are lugging around a 5 year old and two 4 year olds you never even much think about it.....it just doesn't HAPPEN that much if at all.
I present Exhibit A - Baby Birth of Cool.
He looks like a pretty stand up guy, doesn't he? Reasonable? Given to enjoying a little Sesame Street and some Charlie and Lola? Yeah, he is. I'll tell you what else he is. He is a sneak pee attack artist.
Last night he was first out of the tub, and as I knelt in front of him drying his feet and legs I started to say something - I have no idea what. At which point he peed.
Into my mouth.
Yeah you heard me.
You know what you do when something that horrible starts to happen to you?
You open your mouth to scream.
Know what happens then? MORE pee goes in your mouth.
This may be worse than the chocolate chip incident.