Yesterday morning, my friend Sabrina (who hyperventilates at the sight of hates germs) stopped by my crazy mess of a house to borrow my sewing machine. After I gave her a brief how-to on threading the machine, she turned to Babycakes who was seeking our attention with a half dozen, “Oh, no!”s.
Sabrina: “What’s that on your hand?”
Babycakes: “Oh, no!”
Sabrina then touched the brown mess on my daughter’s hand and rubbed it in between her fingers in an effort to deduce what this substance was. She thought perhaps it was from the sewing machine? But this is Babycakes we’re talking about here — it appeared that she had stuck in a thumb and pulled out a plum. She was sharing the Luv. It was so nasty that it required a shower.
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Fast forward to dinner time in which we had just finished eating a healthy plate of turkey tacos, beans, corn, & sliced tomatoes. As I was clearing dishes, Babycakes came to me with another “Oh, no” and what looked like refried beans on her fingers.
Me: “Cakes, what’s on your hand?”
Cakes: “It’s poop.”
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The moral of the story is: if it looks like poop and smells like poop, it may just BE poop.
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That is classic! Yeah it is amazing the things that don’t brother you once you become a Mom. Never thought I wouldn’t think picking someone else’s nose was gross.
Gross! Only ‘Cakes could make it cute!
Sara, I’m afraid that there was nothing cute about it! I’m pretty sure I told her not to touch me or anything else!!!
This is so gross yet so funny at the same time. I can’t even imagine what my response would be. How do you get her to stop?!