Monday, November 29, 2010

Sometimes I eat poop.

I grabbed a handful of Honey Nut Cheerios and sat down on the couch.

Josiah came over to me and I gave him a couple.

He put his hand up to my mouth like he's giving me one. How sweet.

Well, I didn't get a Cheerio in my mouth and it tasted horrible. What the heck?

I look down at his hands and he's got poop on his fingers. Yay.

I peek down the back of his diaper and nothing. Hmmm.

I look over and notice the toilet brush on the kitchen floor. Oh NO...

There's a little bit of poop on the floor next to it. I guess there was poop clogged in the toilet and he was trying to be a good little boy and help mommy clean.

Nope, no poop in the toilet. Clean as a whistle.

HUH? So the little brush holder has poopy water in it but that's all I can tell. No idea what in the world happened. All I know is,

Today was my first time (and hopefully the last)...

to taste poop.


  1. So the big question is... who's poop was it? LOL Thanks for sharing your grose but humor filled story.

  2. HAHAHAHA! That is really, really gross, but totally HILARIOUS!

  3. WOW that is absolutely disgustingly hilarious!