Oh Poooooooo.....

*warning* ... if you don't like hearing poop stories then stop now.

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Today I picked up Chloe from school. Wednesday is my day to pick her up because Jason and Claire go to gymnastics. When I walked in Chloe's class she was wearing some random grey sweat pants that were a school spare. Her teacher immediately pipes up - "she's not wearing shoes because there is poop on them." I didn't notice Chloe wasn't wearing shoes, being the smallest kid in the class, her spare pants were hanging over her feet and dragging the floor (yes, size 2T.) That explains things - she must have had a diaper malfunction that spread to her shoes. Although Chloe is the keep-my-stuff-in-my-diaper sort of girl. (Claire was NOT that type. I have many stories of abandoning clothes in public restrooms due to blow outs!) The teacher then fesses up a little further... "You might want to wash her shoes. Really well. It wasn't her poop." She's completely grossed out. I ask for more details and it turns out that a friend in the class did have a Claire-like blowout that got all over the floor, which of course turns into a kid magnet that many other little ones have to run through. I look around and notice that several other little kids aren't wearing shoes! Groooosssssssss..... I can just imagine the teacher's frozen looks of horror as twelve 18-24 month olds start stampeding through a pile of poo. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. I'm sure they (the kids) thought that was hilarious. Thankfully Jason is a expert poop cleaner. Chloe's shoes are clean, shined and drying in the garage. That would gross me out because it is not my own child's poo... which brings me to my next story.........

Sunday I was on nursery duty at church. I picked the 12-18 month class - the oldest nursery room that Chloe was not in (major clinging problem, so I can't be with her!) I've had nursery duty before in younger classes, but had a lucky streak going where no little ones made a "stinky" while I was on duty. That all changed this past Sunday. I guess this age means that the little ones are experimenting with all different kinds of new foods, that in turn all different kinds of odors. The other girl on nursery duty catches a whiff... we track down the offensive odor and dig out the assigned diaper bag to the little girl with the poopy diaper. Because I don't have a child attached to me at that moment, I land the diaper changing duty. I take a peek to see the damage and the little one is wearing a cloth diaper. I have no problems with cloth diapers - to each his own, and I am all for saving the environment. It just so happened to be MY first cloth diaper experience. We decide it is just best to bag up the diaper and send it home with mom and dad. I can tell you - I have left outfits far less soiled then this diaper in public restroom trash cans. I could not imagine coming home and dealing with this stink bomb - but again, very glad that people are environmentally conscious. Much better then I am. I dig out the wipes that were in the diaper bag - a chlorine free, organic, environmentally friendly variety that would not wipe poop off, no matter how hard you scrubbed. I probably used 15 of these things. Not exactly green living to use that many, but the child had to have a clean bottom, right?? I scrubbed and gagged through the whole thing. NEVER had I gagged through my girl's change but, I admit, never have I changed another child's diaper! I truly have a new sense of respect for my pre-school's teachers. I could not, not, not do that. And this Sunday, I am once again on nursery duty in the same class. I think I might bring my own wipes!