Nothing Is Sacred

"Oh no!" Logan exclaimed.

He was seated on the toilet and I was on the floor next to the bathtub.

"What is it?  What's the matter?" I asked, sitting bolt upright.

"Oh, I just peed all over myself," he said, casually.

"How did you manage that?" I wanted to know.

I didn't really want to know but I figured I was probably going to find out one way or another.

"I was busy looking at my poop," he said.

You see?  I told you I didn't want to know.

I let out a long sigh and went back to studying the water droplets near the bathtub drain while Logan busied himself with the toilet paper.

"Dad, what's the white stuff in my poop?"

I leaned my head against the side of the tub so he couldn't see me roll my eyes.  If you'll wait just a minute I'll get my poop-to-English dictionary and we'll find out.  Come to think of it, there's probably an app for that.

"It's probably something you ate," I said, throwing him a backwards glance and casting off a prayer to end this conversation.

"Oh, right...the string cheese," he said, thoughtfully.

Ew, no!  That's not what I meant.

So much for that healthy snack.

- 5 November 2015