Well, I hate to replace the sweet Easter pictures with this tale, but it must be shared.
Little did I know that these few words, "Mommy I gotta go poo poo" would change the entire course of my morning.
"Ok sweetheart," I replied absently as Drue ran up from playing in the basement and made a bee line for her bathroom. I visually located the boy, making sure he wasn't going to try and follow her in there and wreak havoc on the toothpaste or shampoo bottles.
When I didn't hear the ordinary bathroom sounds that a 3 year old makes, singing or having a conversation with themselves on the potty, miscellaneous clamorings and clankings as the TP is pulled from the roll and little hands are being washed, I became concerned.
The door was opened and the light was on, but as I peered around the door frame, the key participant in this potty experience was missing. She left behind some lovely specimens of poo, however, all over her potty seat, all over the ducky toilet seat cover, on a hand towel, and on the tile floor.
My blood had not quite reached it's boiling point because my first concern was to find her. I turned around and faced the room she shares with Reese, and there she was, naked from the waste down, holding Reese's Hello Kitty from Build-A-Bear behind her back. That, folks, tipped my patience scales.
"DRUE!", I hollered...then stopped myself as I stared in disbelief at the unmistakeble sight of poo on Hello Kitty's white fur.
I collected myself and a calm peacefulness literally swept over me. This is a big deal...David will attest to that. I didn't feel anger at that moment...I just plain felt sorry for Drue. Poo can have a nasty way of sneaking out unexpectedly sometimes, especially from a 3 year old.
I was a bit perplexed that I hadn't found the motherload yet, however, so I kept asking her, "Where did the poopie go?" in a fake sweet voice.
With tears in her eyes, she simply said, "Out of my hole."
Upon further inspection, there was no trace of poo actually in the toilet. And I am still trying to piece together what exactly occurred. Normally, with kids, it's not to hard to deduce how something happened even if they aren't forthcoming with the information. With their mouth half full and crumbs on their shirt, you can pretty much figure out that they were the one who ate the cookie right before dinner. But this was just an odd scenario.
Ok, so the poopie came out quicker than anticipated onto the potty seat...but why was everything else within eyesight also covered? The last two smears I found were on Reese's quilt. (By the way...I am not planning on telling Reese of this mornings events...I will just present her with a sparkling Hello Kitty animal and some freshly laundered bedding upon her return from preschool.)
I guess Drue just bounced around the upstairs and wiped her little poopie tushie on anything soft and available. Very mysterious...
Of course I wiped her up, then tossed her in the bath, all the while reassuring her that poopie can play tricks on people sometimes.
Another mystery to go along with these events, is #1 Tate didn't find any poopie smudges before me and #2 He actually played in his room by himself the entire time while I cleaned everything up. Doesn't really add much comedy to my story, but I was grateful, nonetheless....