Who could have predicted the tragic turn the day would take………and what would become of the Kokopelli socks…….the chosen socks. If you don’t know the socks I mean, check out my previous post. Where to begin?
Well, Isaac did not take a nap, which is more common than him taking a nap lately. However, he is more than happy to stay in his room and play, so I let him do that for about 45 minutes or so. During this time I had decided to make some homemade chicken noodle soup (a first for me!). When I gave in to the fact that a nap wasn’t in either of our futures, I got him up. As I tend to do in circumstances like this, I have him play alone while I attempt to complete whatever task it is that I was going to do during his nap. He was very contentedly playing in the living room and I kept peeking in at him. After a while, I heard him whining. I stuck my head in and he was sitting on the hearth looking a little bewildered. When I asked him what was wrong, he said what I thought was, “cookie”. In hindsight, I think it may have been “poopie”. If you have a weak stomach you might want to stop here.
Okay, so you’re gonna hang in there. I moved forward to discover that he had stepped in something that concerned him. My first thought (obviously my mind trying to “protect me”) was that the cat had thrown up over here and Isaac stepped in it……..in his sock. So it was on the carpet, and somehow on the curtain as well. I began the cleanup as if it were cat puke. Remove sock, leave it on the counter for further inspection later, gather cleaning supplies, return to living room to see (NO!!!) the dog eating the remains of whatever it was. Okay, that’s not TOO bad if it was cat puke. Let’s face it, he’s eaten worse. And to be honest, it made cleanup much easier. So I cleaned the carpet and curtain and turned my attention over to Isaac. I still thought this could be cat puke. There was no visible soiling on the outside of his pants. But alas, as I pulled his pants down, I was greeted by the poo-apocalypse. You parents can imagine. And if you’re not a parent, well, I won’t try to scare you anymore than I already have.
*EDITED* I had a picture of the tainted sock up with many warnings about not looking if you don’t want to see it. But at the urging of my husband and my aunt, I removed it. I thought it was funny, but as my husband put it, “It’s like getting an e-mail with a video of a beheading. You don’t want to watch it, but you have to.” Sorry if I grossed anybody out too bad. I still stand by the fact that it was funny though.