Poop Soup?

Disclaimer: This post talks about poop, if your queasy it might just be best to pass this one by.

I often wonder what goes through their heads. Now that Joseph is a little older he can explain it a little. Trent however, still can't express into words what he really was thinking. But over the course of the last few months and our various "poopcidents" I have to conclude that he was solely thinking that he best clean up the mess he's just made. I can't get even close to angry at the boy because in all cases that is what he's doing is "keenin up" as he'd say. So, ce la vie.

As much as I say ce la vie, life with poop goes on and in the moment of shock I am always a little taken aback before I can absorb what I am really seeing. Big Daddy and I are usually able to come to a spot where we can laugh about the poopcidents. On the other hand, I think poor Joseph is scarred for life.

The other night the boys were in the tub. They always bathe together and have since Trent was strong enough to sit up in the tub. Joseph in the more recent has taken to laying down in the bath, full immersed in the water with pretty much his eyes, nose and mouth the only parts not fully immersed... With good reason of course, to breathe. So, he's chilled out floating around and Trent playing away. I go about my business cleaning the sink and putting away things in the bathroom, I then (don't call child services on me...) I step out of the bathroom to get their towels, I come back to an open toilet lid. I right away think Trent is playing toy basketball. But there are no toys in the toilet....Yet. Whatever. I hang their towels and next thing I know Trent has hurled a handful of nuggets towards the open toilet. WHAT are you doing?? Sure enough I look in the tub and there are poop nuggets bobbing around everywhere. Joseph is fully unaware and bobbing along with them. Trent is trying to catch more nuggets while saying "Mammie, I keen it up... I just keeen it up" he just does not want to get into trouble. And still there's Joseph bobbing around in the poop soup.

It was one of those moments where I was laughing so hard. Joseph for the life of him could not figure out why I was telling him to get out of the tub. Finally he turns around and sees the poop soup he was just in and says "UHHHH GROSSS!!! TRENT!!!" So, they are both out of the tub drying off and I have my back to them as I am now the designated poop catcher (add that to the job description) and I hear Joseph become all motherly. "Now Trent... Where does poop go??? In the potty" Trent looks up at him with his wet curls hanging down his forehead and his puppy dog eyes wide with admiration and replies "ok Joffuf"

Joseph was a little fearful to get back into the water with Trent, but brotherly love and bubbles prevailed and he steamed ahead.
But I think he will forever be scarred by the poop soup. I am just glad it was me that was home and not Big Daddy because his first question when I told him the story later that night was "Did you take a picture?"

Thankfully, everyone involved there were no photos taken.