April 11, 2012 by admin
If you don’t know what a poo-mergency is, you don’t have precariously potty-trained twins. It happens in the pool, in restaurants, in stores, on boats and in parks. It happens when you least expect it, or when you’ve already been to the bathroom 13 times and never want to see one again. If you’ve seen me running, sweating and screaming frantically with a flailing child in my arms you know we’re probably on a run for the bathroom. Yes, they can hold it. But we are still determining how long. How long will it take before a little boy explodes? And do you really want a poo-saster? So, yes it is nice without diapers, but no, this is not easier. Not at all. Not yet.
When they do finally make it to the toilet, they like to test the limit with how much toilet paper the bowl can hold. We have our plumber on speed dial. Maybe printed toiletpaper would help?
So thank goodness for toilet humor. I think these mugs just about some up my day sometimes: stay at home moms don’t eat bonbons all day. We either spend our day in the bathroom or on a quest to find one. At least this one would be close at hand.
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