"IT" Happens

According to the little age ticker shown above, Elaina is 1 year, 7 months, 3 weeks and 3 days old.

Within this period of time, I would guess that Elaina has had approximately 300 successful baths.

That all came to a screeching halt tonight.

"IT" Happened. In short, she made her own floaters in her tub. It's permissible that you quit reading now if you please. However, I promise I won't go into any more detail than that. I don't think there is really more to say on the subject.

The way it all began was with an impromptu statement from Stinkerbell herself, stopping her play, looking at me and saying, "poop." We never really got around to making up a pretty little code word depicting this act of nature, so it is what it is. I asked Elaina if she wanted to go poop on the potty. With a nod of her head, I excitedly hurried her upstairs and prepped her for the potty. She looked proud to be on her cold, plastic throne and smiled with delight. After all of 45 seconds she tells me "no."
"No potty, Elaina? Can't you go poopoo on the potty like a big girl?"

"No."

And before I know it she is hustling off, tugging her pants up without a diaper. It was already close to her bath time so I chased her naked butt down and popped her into the tub. She left me with no indication that I should have still been on alert from her previous hint of going #2, so I had a notion that I would be safe for all of the 5 minutes this bath was going to last.

WRONG.

I had to learn the hard way. The stinky way.