Stop Eating Sh*t. Both of You.
For those of you raising little boys, you won't bat an eyelash.
To the rest of you, you've been warned.
Little E had a very nice BM right before bath time. I'm not sure what he ate for lunch today, but whatever it was, it did the trick.
I cleaned him up and tossed him in the tub with Big E.
The boys were playing nicely. For once. It was a pretty uneventful bath.
Cue ominous music.
Little E rapidly drilled out about ten of the loudest, most powerful underwater farts I have ever seen/heard. This is a very strong statement, as I've been giving these two guys baths for coming up on four years.
We all laughed, because they are two and three, and I'm just immature.
Little E immediately claimed it.
Yeah, no kidding.
I noticed that the water had became a little hazy.
I can neither confirm nor deny that anything besides air was emitted during Little E's bombing of the tub. The tub is full of toys and I wasn't about to go poking around.
Either way, Big E decided to take a big gulp of bathwater and swish it around in his mouth like it was the best tasting mouth wash of all time.
BIG E, IT IS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE THAT LITTLE E POOPED A LITTLE IN THE TUB. MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T BE TASTE TESTING THE TUB WATER.
As usual, he ignored me.
Not to be outdone, Little E began to lick the water.
More gagging on my part.
Enjoy your bout of E-Coli, children.