I just realized the only time I ever feel like posting is when something goes wrong with poop. It makes me wonder why I chose Richards Rumble as a blog title. The Crappy Chronicles, Legends of the Poop and Turd Tales all seem more fitting.
Today my stinky story isn't really that funny, I'm just still sitting here pondering how in the world it happened.
Its a beautiful afternoon in Alaska and so I'm sitting in the backyard with my laptop trying to plan my very first Activity Day's meeting. Parker came and dropped his sucker on my keyboard and it rolled across and slimed all the way to the screen. Eli keeps distracting me and I am doing my best to ignore him and still get things done. When I heard the word poop it took me a second to come back to reality and realize what was going on. I can't be certain how many times Eli asked me if he could go in and go poop, but when I did finally hear him I told Eli it was a silly question. Of course he can go, why was he asking.
Somehow I feel responsible for this situation since I probably wasn't paying enough attention to him.
Eli ran in the house and I followed close behind to come wipe his bottom. I heard him yelling from the bathroom in a very concerned voice that he pooped on the toilet. What exactly did that mean? Not quite what I had pictured, but he was right. He did indeed poop on the toilet. On the front of the toilet. I don't think I have ever seen anything quite like this. There was literally a pile of turds stuck to the front of the toilet. The pile was in perfect form just stuck to the front. I will never understand it, but it was disgusting pulling it off there. Ew. That kid is so gross sometimes. Actually most of the time.
So there it is, my poop story for this summer. Sorry there are no pictures to go with it I was too disturbed.
