Don’t know if it’s the move to mostly solids, or the teething but the little man dropped a deuce in the bath yesterday and despite all the prior exposure to all kinds of butt stuff, you just can’t help but freak out.
What’s worse, it was a big hard thing, like a fist, and had no chance of getting sucked down the drain.  I had to fish that sucker out and walk it to the toilet like I was holding the lovechild of Anthrax and Ebola.
Fun. Times.