Monday, April 6, 2009

THE OFFICIAL POOP SCALE

"Babeola took an epic dump today," my husband announced upon my return from an outing.

"Hmmm. She's wearing the same outfit. That's not epic."

"Well it was horrible."

"No, horrible requires an outfit change."

Big sigh of aggravation. "Who died and made you the queen of poop?"

"Poop: It's my job."

For the record:

Epic poop:  Clothing change, washing of bed linens, and bath. Oh, and parent is slimed with poo at some point.

Horrible poop: Clothing change.

Terrible poop: Smelly but contained.

My husband was complaining about a terrible poop. He has No Idea.

5 comments:

T Rex Mom said...

Great scale - I love it.

I once went to the grocery store and did not know I had a poop stain from the morning on my shirt. I cannot believe no one said anything to me. Although, I probably would have been terribly embarrassed if they had.

Midwest Mommy said...

We mainly get epic poops here. The hubs knows all about them, lol.

Jenners said...

You're right ... he has no idea. Epic poop is clothes have to be thrown out. No clothes change = controllable poop. It may have smelled but it wasn't epic. I wish him an epic poop so he undestands.

Motherhood for the Weak said...

Hah. Jenners, he got an epic one the next day! Life has a sense of humor.

M

Debbie said...

Yes. Breastmilk poop that goes up the back of the diaper to between the shoulder blades and coats the chest of the mom that was holding said baby - that is epic poop.