We made it almost 18 months before it happened.
Tuesday night, soon after I arrived at the church for Bishopric meeting, I got a phone call from Elizabeth. I could tell from the tone of her voice that something disgusting had happened.
That's when she dumped the dirty truth on me, somebody pooped in the bathtub.
My instructions were to drain the tub (after putting on rubber gloves and removing the debris), refill it and add some bleach and then to rinse all of the toys in bleach water. Hopefully that killed all the germies.
Sorry if this has been too much information. It's my understanding that it's a rite of passage of all parents. I couldn't let it go unreported that we had experienced it.
Or, should I say, Elizabeth had experienced it. Tee-hee-hee.
(Sorry, no pictures with this post!)
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