Yes, my friends, THAT was the sentence I heard as I walked into the Little Lady’s room after her morning nap.
And, yes, my friends, there really was POOP on her fingers.
Well, it wasn’t really an issue of poop ON her fingers. Once examined, I realized the issue revolved around poop IN her fingernails and IN her cuticles. Just a wee smidgen was actually on her chubby digits.
Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh.
For nearly 26 months, we’ve managed to avoid such a fiasco. She hasn’t been the child to randomly remove her diaper. She’s never played or painted with feces. I’ve heard from other moms — their horror stories of babies and toddlers experimenting with digested waste. And, I’ll admit it, I chuckled at their stories. After all, it wasn’t ME having to deal with all of that! MY KID had no interest in her poop. I was safe.
Irony got me back today. (grumble, grumble, grumble)
WHY did she do this? Seriously — what makes a kid decide to fish out a bit of THAT stuff? Everything about it is gross (as she cheerfully told me when I began to scour her little fingers).
I guess she was bored after her long nap. Her toys, tea sets, and dolls held no interest or fascination today. There was nothing else to do but experiment with texture.
For her sake and mine, I hope this doesn’t become a new habit. My hormones can’t take a daily poop cleaning. Not of the “hand” variety, anyway.