Saturday, September 17, 2011

Gross

Welp, it happened. 
I knew it would, I just hoped it wouldn't. 
Gracie tasted dog poop today.

I don't really like dogs, and I even more dislike irresponsible dog owners who don't clean up after their pups.  In fact, one of the few things that I dislike about our apartments is that they allow pets, I'd rather they didn't, then there wouldn't be any dogs around, and therefore, no dog poop.

However, doing away with dogs wouldn't solve our poopy problem all together.
Gracie stuck her finger in her own poop.  After doing her business in her potty chair she quickly got up to see her product and touched it before I could swoop down and save her finger.  
She was probably very confused at my bi-polar display of emotions - going from YAY Gracie!  Good job pooping in the potty to NO Gracie don't touch it! Bad!   (Luckily that experience has not resulted in less usage of the potty)

The little babe has got to learn that yes, everybody poops, but no we do not need to touch said poop.
Gross.


1 comment:

Christina said...

Ah yes, you take me back to those days with Max where my life seemed to revolve around poop. Well that's something to look forward to in a few months.