I came home on Friday to find Mummy A in a grumpy mood. She was getting changed – no great surprise, we were meant go out to see my folks. But……
Me: “How come you’re getting changed now, I thought you’d be ready already?”
Mummy A: I WAS ready. I had my brand new top on, and YOUR son decided to pee all over me!”
Oh dear. She was not happy. I looked over to see how he was. He was asleep. I tried not to laugh. Bit of a disaster, but hey, at least it wasn’t me. That sort of thinking gets you in trouble though, cos it wasn’t over yet…..
At night we changed his nappy. Mummy A made me face the business end this time. So, we went through the usual routine of holding his legs in the air so he could poo, and he obliged within about a minute.
Suddenly there was an eruption as he farted at the same time, a big splurge, and his poo went everywhere. And I mean everywhere. It went on the changing mat, on the carpet…..and on my pyjamas.
I thought I had avoided it so far, but did it have to be a poo? I’ll never be able to wear those pyjamas again without dredging up memories.
But it still wasn’t over…..
I put my pyjamas (with Mummy A’s clothes) in the washing machine.
Mummy A: “Don’t turn the machine on yet. The way he’s going, he’ll probably vomit and we’ll have to change all his clothes”.
Ask and you shall receive. It went all over his own clothes and all over Mummy A’s nightdress. At this rate we’re going to need a whole new wardrobe.
