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This evening after dinner I was cleaning up and started feeling a rumbly in my tummy. I called my husband (who I thought was downstairs) to come up and watch our toddler as I needed to poop.
I couldn't wait for him so I ran up the stairs trusting he would arrive shortly.
I was clenching for dear life as I rounded the corner into our bedroom. I threw open the bathroom door and to my absolute horror, saw my husband sitting on our toilet. I screamed something unintelligible and in a blind panic all I could think to do was aim for the mini potty my 2 year old daughter uses in our bathroom.
Shortly after everything in my bowels was ejected, my daughter came into our bathroom looking for us because obviously her dad never showed up to watch her.
I watched her tiny face morph from confusion to abject horror as she realized what happened.
It got worse once I realized there was no way to ever clean that potty enough for her to use it again and bagged it up for the trash. My daughter started freaking out and having an all out toddler meltdown saying that I ruined her potty that she “loves more than anything in the world.”
Thanks to Amazon Prime a new one is arriving between 7a-11a tomorrow.
TL;DR I had violent diarrhea in my toddler's mini potty, she became enraged, a new one is arriving tomorrow.
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