Rookie Dad: The tub is not a toilet

Late on a Saturday is not the optimal time for bathing a nearly 8 month old child. There are so many other things I'd rather be doing. Having a front row seat to The Youngling using our tub as a toilet was not one of those things.

Chalk it up to a rushed 4th of July holiday or our own forgetfulness but whatever the case, our little girl got her bath just before her bedtime and apparently splashing around in the water at that time of the evening confused her. All was going well as we soaped her up and scrubbed her down. I had the in-the-tub duty of holding/controlling the squirmy splasher and the wife scrubbed from a safe distance.


Then it happened. Simultaneously we saw something dark on the bottom of the tub. It seemed to float from under The Youngling. Eww, eww, eww. We both screamed a bit which caused the baby to scream too. Out of the tub to towel her off and scrub the tub. A few minutes later we tried it all again. I stood in the water to hold the little scrapper and the wife again soaped and scrubbed her. Then we saw something again. For the second time in less than ten minutes something slowly crept towards my submerged feet. The darkness of this particular shape made us both scream eww, eww, eww again as the poop seemed to hone in on me. This bit of deja vu again led to the baby screaming again.
We then repeated the whole process over again.

I don't think I'll ever look at my feet (or the tub) the same way again.