Toddler Talk #wetwedgy

It’s been way too long since I’ve done one of these! It could be because by the time she’s voiced one opinion, the next one is rolling off her tongue before I can even process the depth and importance of what we were even talking about in the first place. Tricky toddlers, I tell ya.

This was just too good not to share. Stop reading now if you’re offended by the topic of poop. At 3 am this morning, Emerson stumbled into my room telling me something equally hilarious and horrifying, “Mommy, I had a wet wedgy.” I’m not sure how long it took me to realize what she was saying, but it made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. I walked her into the bathroom, and began the clean-up while we had a great talk about diarrhea. In my state of total fog she convinced me it was just a ‘tricky poop’ and that only giants get “biarreeeeah.” It was at this point that I noticed she hadn’t been wearing her pj bottoms or underwear when she came in… terror. I panicked as disgusting scenarios of the state of her bed entered my mind. I’ve always felt lucky at making it almost 4 years without dealing with any such situation. I knew immediately that wherever the dog had gone, I would find the pants. Sure enough. They had been dropped on the floor of her room but I had escaped once again dealing with any kind of mess. Maybe it’s enough that the girl still refuses to poop on the potty and so, poop in the pants doesn’t come close to phasing me anymore as it happens daily. She’s been telling me she’ll be ready when she turns 4. There’s always hope.

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