I'm OK with that, as long as she tells me when she has poo-poo.
Unfortunately, she is known for being a bald-faced liar, denying the presence of it even as I am checking her diaper.
Today, I kind of figured she was in the process of going poo-poo, as she often will go into the playroom (for privacy, I suppose) when she needs to go. I can see into the playroom about 80% from where I normally sit, and there happens to be a couch separating the living room from the playroom (don't ask, this is a weird floor plan) so that makes me sort of unable to see most of the floor unless I'm standing.
Anyhoo, I see her hanging around in there, and I ask her if she is finished. Mind you, I'm not exactly watching her like a hawk or anything, I'm deleting old programs from the DVR while looking over occasionally.
I'm sure you can already tell that this was a bad move.
She says yes, she is finished, and I ask her to come to me, as sometimes she lies about it being in there, as well as not being in there. I have learned the hard way that she cannot be trusted under any circumstances.
Well, sure enough we have a winner, and I tell her to walk with me to the changing table, which is in my room at the back of the house. As we are walking past the playroom, she says, "Poo-poo, mommy." I distractedly agree with her, and then look at where she is pointing.
She is pointing to the floor of the playroom.
You see, there is a piece of poo-poo on the floor.
Exactly where poo-poo should not be.
I get upset and hustle her into the room, admonishing her that she should not have taken a piece of poo-poo out of her diaper. I try to wipe her hands as well as I can until I am done changing her and can wash them properly.
So as I am cleaning her off, I notice something on her foot.
Yep, you guessed it.
She not only put the piece of poo-poo on the floor, she stepped on it for good measure.
That means she has been wandering the house tracking poo all over the floor.
I am somewhat of a germaphobe who discourages any and all street shoes in the house, so you can imagine
She of course starts to cry, although my sympathies are limited here, and I am frantically trying to retrace her steps so that I can antibacterial wipe/Lysol all the areas. I wind up pretty much doing the entire floor and still thinking I somehow missed some spots.
So, how was your day?