Let's set the stage for this story...
D and I are playing in her kitchen. She is wearing a purple apron, t-shirt and pull-up (no, I didn't forget to type pants- she hates them and rarely has them on at home) and holding her now ever-present purse in one hand. I am wearing my normal Mom clothes, including pants, and a pink apron and pink chef hat. Keep in mind that the chef hat and apron are D's, so the apron is more like a bib and the chef's hat is cutting off blood flow to my brain as it is about 3 sizes too small and was somehow squeezed on my head. Now that you have that visual, let's move on...
As I said, we are playing the kitchen. Suddenly D exclaims "I am POOPING!" and runs for the bathroom. She is about 5 steps ahead of me as I trip over everything on the floor in the disaster area better known as her bedroom (in our defense we have been playing all morning) . What do I hear as I am turning the corner into the bathroom? "OH NO!" What do I see? Well, I will leave out the gross details but I am sure you can imagine what it looks like when a 2 yr. old has taken off her dirty pull-up and is trying to climb up a stool on to the potty in an apron carrying a purse. No surface was left untouched by the pull-ups contents. However, we were lucky enough to have the dog who tried to pull clean duty until I kicked her out of the bathroom. I on the other hand was lucky enough to clean up the mess while wearing my smashing 2 yr. old sized pink chef combo.
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