I mean I’m not a parenting newb and I’ve been around enough kids to know that parenting is not for the faint of heart…nor the squeamish. Ha! The Booge has eaten his fair share of nasty things…food off public floors, a bug, boogers, etc. But today the kid reached an all-time low.
We headed outside to play, I was wearing R and had glanced down to make sure his head was positioned correctly and that I had his head out of the sun. So, for all of 5 seconds I had looked away from The Booge, at which point, I look up to see him squatting in the grass. I thought, oh good he’s exploring! How exciting! Then…I see his mouth move as if chewing something.
I know this isn’t going to end well. Y’all, I know. I just know it’s going to be another bug. I immediately take off towards him. As I get closer I see a slight smudge on his cheek. A brownish-green smudge…
And as I reached for my darling blue-eyed cutie I smell the smell. Y’all know that smell. DOG POOP! Lo and behold, what is my little cutie about to do? Stick his fingers back into a big pile of dog feces!! UGH! Come on, son!
Now, being a good ol’ Southern mama, and part tomboy at heart, poop does not phase me. There have been many a times that I have stepped in it…both literally and figuratively, but those are other tales for other days. So, while wearing my one-month old, I grabbed the fifteen-month old up, held him at arm’s length, and quickly ushered him inside to inspect the damage.
Upon further scrutiny there was, in fact, some residual fecal matter on his little tongue. Yep, that’s right folks…my son ate poop. And bless him, he wasn’t fazed a bit. The kid didn’t gag, didn’t cry…nothing. I mean I think I saw him second guess his decision about going in for seconds when I think back, but, it was kind of a blur so I can’t be for sure!
Anyway, there should be a lesson in here somewhere…
Like a dog that returns to his vomit is a fool who repeats his folly. – Proverbs 26:11
Here’s to a good laugh and a great reminder – don’t eat the poop.