This one time I might have been in the bathroom and baby E might have been in there, too. And I might have had to fish toilet paper out of baby E's mouth. Toilet paper, wet, from the toilet. The toilet that might have had pee in it. And after I might have yelled "no, E, no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!" and hubby came running. He might have said, "oh, that's not even the first time that's happened this week". And then he might have said, "at least there wasn't poop in the toilet this time". And I might have gagged a lot. And then washed baby E's hands. A lot. And then washed out his mouth. With water. Not soap. Though I might have really wanted to use soap. And then toothpaste, because water might not have seemed like enough.
Maybe. That just might have all happened. At the social worker's house. With her child. While she was "supervising".
Today's lesson: Even if your husband thinks that your baby eating peepee toilet paper out of the toilet isn't a big deal, it is. And it's gross. So very gross. And it isn't something you want to hear that happens "all the time". (shudder)
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