scarred

The boy pooped in the tub tonight. I know he's not potty trained, but I somehow thought the fact that we had avoided this until now meant we were in the clear.

I'm not terribly squeamish, and gross kid things don't tend to freak me out, but this was in a class of its own. If it were never repeated, that would be too soon.

...And now my friends with kids are grossed out, but laughing, and my friends without kids are considering permanent forms of birth control.