Unmentionables

Some things in life are so gross that if you ever find yourself doing them you may have a nasty shock or a good laugh. The demonstration Maggie gave me this evening of poo-shaping is one such instance.

When our 3.5 year old, non-potty-trained Raquel has a log in her drawers, we try to flush it (you know, keep the garbage clean and all that). But as we all know, well-formed logs don't deform very easily. This is not usually a problem, as potty-trained individuals (like you and me) produce log-shaped logs. But when a log-between-cheeks is sat upon, it becomes a roundish lump, sometimes with sturdy (sTURDY! Haha!) wings, like a manta ray. These do not flush, preferring to stay in the bowl. So Reshaping is necessary to enable flushing.

For some reason, I'm squeamish about reshaping the diaper lump (even through the diaper). So Mags showed me a vigorous and skillful reshaping that had us a flushable item straightaway. But as I watched, I had slight, but growing, waves of gross-out moving through my soul. I must've been watching with increasing horror as she performed her magic, when we both started sensing the hilariousness of the gravity of the situation, and we started cracking up until we cried. It's good to be a parent, because of the new things you get to learn.