So last night was pretty great.  I listened as my husband placed my daughter into the bathtub and played with her.  I poked my head in once to see her covered in bubbles playing with every bath toy she owns. 

I returned to my work.

Next I hear him say, "Are you pooping?"  Then he laughed it off....must not be.

Ellie appears some time later fresh and clean and ready to play.  Beautiful as always.

Some time passes and I hear my husband return to the bathroom..."OH MY GOD," he calls out.  Worried I darted from my desk to see my daughter bouncing joyfully on her horse watching Diego.  I gracefully sprinted down the hall to find him.  I enter the bathroom to find him gazing into the tub....there amongst her toys were little tiny terds!

She pooped in the tub!!!

He looked at me and made some gesture to clean it up...I returned to my work instead.  I sat in here listening to him gage as he removed the 'Baby Ruth Terds' from the tub.  I called back to him something along the lines of 'suck it up.'

(It amazes me that a full grown man that can squish a large, sometime hard shelled bug with one single leaf of bath tissue yet he can't handle picking up a little poo.)

He tells me then that he has cleaned it out of the tub, but I will have to wash her bath toys sometime tomorrow....fine.

But the story continues my friends....

Later that evening She once again had a "movement."  It didn't sound like a big one...I told her to wait one second and I would change her diaper.  Instead Brett grabs the wipes and a diaper to change her in the living room.  No problem....but here's what happens next!

He opens the diaper to find a few more small round solid terds, just like she left in the bath tub.  We laugh about it and he wipes her perfectly little hiney.  Then he...hold on I'm laughing...ok...he picks up the diaper with the open top side facing down....the terds rolled out in ever direction!!! 

I at this point am hysterical...."what kind of moron,"  I start.  He laughs refusing to look at me through his own embarrassment to his stupidity.  He wraps her back side in a fresh diaper and then proceeds to pick up all the stray terds, threatening to throw them at me only once. 

It was great....how freakin' funny he his sometimes.

Did I mention my kid POOPED IN THE TUB!!!!