Between the two of us, there were four little kids which equates to mass chaos.
Fortunately for us, the park was sparsely attended. Big E and his friend, Lady E, were navigating the big wooden structure we coined "the castle". They were having a blast.
Little E had also found a fun little play area for himself that was close to the ground, which I greatly appreciated. I did not have the fear of him falling off the top of the castle pulsing through my veins.
I had everything under control, for once. I began to relax and enjoy the warm sunshine.
I HAVE TO POOP!
And, back to reality I snapped. Big E was making a beeline for the van and his mini potty. I asked my friend to watch Little E.
I had taken two steps towards my car when Lady E also exclaimed her urge to go to the potty.
Now there was trouble. I doubled back to grab Little E's hand as we were all headed to the car.
I HAVE TO POOP! I HAVE TO POOP! I HAVE TO POOP!
Big E was jumping up and down at the van, not helping his cause.
Little E didn't want to leave the playground. He played dead and collapsed into the wood chips.
GOOD-NESS!
There was no point in trying to reason with Little E. He doesn't really talk.
I HAVE TO POOP! I HAVE TO POOP! I HAVE TO POOP!
I threw Little E into his stroller and ran him up to the van.
Mid run, I opened the door to my van, reason #29 why I love my van, and Big E climbed in.
As I arrived at the door, Big E yelled for me to help him pull down his pants. If you've heard that commercial for the potty dance, I can attest that Big E was doing it. Majorly.
Just then, Little E decided he wanted out of the stroller, and since I didn't clip him in, in my rush to get Big E to his potty, you can only guess what happened next.
SPLAT!
There was Little E, face planted on the sidewalk, screaming bloody murder.
I picked him up and instantly a goose egg popped out of his forehead. He had blood running down his nose from an earlier cut he had reopened. I am definitely up for worst mother of the year. I felt awful.
I MADE A BIG POOP! WIPE ME!
For a second, I wanted to run away. But I held it together, barely. I took a deep breath and told Big E to hold on while I cleaned up his bloody brother. Little E settled down after a minute of death screams, thank goodness.
I had flashbacks to when Big E jumped out of a train up in Kennesaw. This time I knew not to take Little E to CHOA, as we are STILL paying off that medical bill. Plus, his fall was amateur compared to Big E's belly flop off the caboose.
I got everyone cleaned up and calmed down and we even managed to have a picnic lunch and scare away the ice cream truck.
I just don't know if Mr. Yoy will trust me anymore to take the Yoys out alone.
Poor Little E. I'm definitely on the hook for this one.
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