I had just changed my son’s nappy on Sunday morning, folded it and threw it in the nappy bin. Walked into the kitchen to go get something and suddenly it dawned on me that it was far too quiet.
You know the saying ‘if I’m quiet you better come find me’?
I had one of those moments.
I walked back into my son’s room and discovered him sitting quietly on the floor, with the open nappy on his lap.
He was shovelling handfuls of poop into his mouth, and his face was covered in it as well.
I wanted to die, I was gagging the whole time I was cleaning him. With Dettol. And a scrubbing brush.