Rite of Passage

Let me set the scene for you:

It's bathtime. Ashleigh has been washed up and rinsed clean, now we've entered the playtime portion of the bath. I'm singing my made-up second verse of "You Are My Sunshine":
You are my sweetie
You are my darlin'
You are my honey, you are my pal
I'll love you always and forev..noNONONONO!!!!!!

I jerk Ashleigh up because I see the look.

As I lift her, I hear plops in the water below. She dropped the kids off in the pool. (For those of you slow on the uptake...she pooped.)

I started yelling for Kenneth, but had to go to him, with Ashleigh wrapped in her towel.

He had to deal with her.

I had to decontaminate everything.

So I've been through another of Motherhood's Rites of Passage. Poop in the tub.

P.S. I don't want to jinx it, but Ashleigh's eye is looking very good--no goop, no excess tears. Keep your fingers crossed!