If bodily function scenarios gross you out, check back tomorrow. This one is not for you.
In case you missed “Humiliation, thy name is mother” part one, read here.
I was in the mall recently when I heard these dreaded words,
“mom. (_ _ _ _) in my pants”.
I knew it was a mistake.
He would never do that in his pants.
But he did.
He was sick.
So we dashed out of the store. I was holding two little hands and trying to run/drag them down the mall corridor and outside.
The whole way there was a drip, drip, drip.
And I almost vomited.
And after I cleaned him up and threw his clothes away, there was the added insult to injury.
I had to go back in the mall and call maintenance to clean up.
And then I almost vomited again when I saw that people had walked through it.
Bad mommy. Poor baby, and POOR, POOR person or two who walked through it.
And just so you know, I didn’t learn my lesson from Part one. Yep. Parked the darn double stroller with the twin dogs right next to the dressing room door again. This time though, I caught the door before I was exposed. Again.