After a long day at the office, followed by a "town meeting" with a child who didn't have an afternoon nap, it was more than time to get my kiddo home, bathed and in bed. We left the meeting a bit early but the fun-loving mom I am, I was sure that my kid needed some "play" time. So, a quick trip to the "pond" and we found grammy&papa out fishing. Each caught fish while there and Scott had some fun reactions. The first bass mom caught flipped its tail up splashing Scott in the face. His expression was priceless. The second bass she caught, he would NOT touch. And he cried as I tried to stretch his hand out to help him touch the fish. Instead, he asked grammy to put the fish in the water and then sat there and called fish: "here fishy, fishy, fishy".
But, that's not the story of the day... we left the pond and headed home where we did go right up stairs to the bath. The kid loves the bath and was playing with a few toys while I sat and watched from my seat on the toilet while making a quick phone call. It was during the call that I looked down to see that Scott had pooped in the tub. Yes, he pooped in the tub - 2 big brown things. Okay, the last 4 days have been diarrhea and this could have been really nasty! Fortunately, it wasn't a diarrhea tub. I drained the water, grabbed some TP and picked out the chunks all the while trying to keep Scott from playing with it. It was a fun experience.