Rite of Passage

Well, it finally happened.  I've been waiting for it, knowing that it's just one of those "kid things" that's not a matter of "if," but "when."  A right of passage, you might say, raising little kids.   I was foolish enough to think for a while that I might actually avoid ONE of my babies doing this, but that was foolish, really.  I knew better.

So what am I talking about, you ask?  Poop in the tub during a bath, of course.  It's one of those things right along the lines of Falling down the stairs.  Or falling off the bed.  Or, I don't know . . . you fill in the blank.

Ironic, isn't it? That just the post previous to this (see below) I  posted a cute little picture of all 3 kids in the bath together.  I think I must have jinxed myself somehow.

Tonight, I sent Allison up to the bathroom to start her bath after dinner. (she CAN take showers, but likes to take baths still, especially when she can play without any other siblings in the tub with her.)  Anyway, Kimball heard the water running, and I guess took a bee-line straight to the tub.  He can climb into the tub if he wants to, and unfortunately, I wasn't there to stop him before he went in with ALL of his clothes -and shoes on- this time.   *groan*    Allison, of course, thought this was VERY funny, let it all happen, and THEN came to get me.  Luckily when I walked into the bathroom, I discovered that Allison hadn't closed the drain yet, so not TOO MUCH water was in the tub, but Kimball was still drenched nonetheless.  I quickly tried to get all of his WET clothes off and ripped off his diaper -- which was my downfall.  I failed to check to see if he had a messy diaper.  Well, you guessed it.  Poop came tumbling down into the water, and OF COURSE it was a semi-loose stool (sorry everyone) and so it just dispersed ALL OVER (the water was still running, which broke it up & spread it around very nicely.  And OF COURSE there were tons of toys in the bath which all got contaminated *grrrrr*  

Why? Why!!!  Can't a women just send her 6 year old upstairs to take a bath, and make dinner downstairs for HERSELF without all the mayhem?!

And, can I just say, I HATE cleaning up after one of these incidents?  Worst of all, it was really all my fault.  It's not like he purposefully pooped during his own bath.  So that's even more annoying.

aggghhhh.  Like, I said, a RITE OF PASSAGE.