So. Guys. We've talked about peeing (here, here, and here), but what about POOPing? Of all bodily functions the General Surgeon should care for, shouldn't pooping come first? I mean, I'm not a urologist! (And come on, with the name of this blog, I don't know why it took so long. Because literally, this is story about... well, sh*t my mom did.)
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Our son was about 4 months old, when in a fit of lunacy, I decided that it would be a splendid idea to rent a condo in Park City for a family vacation. My husband had a conference in Park City, so why not bring my parents, my sister, and our infant son and stay in a condo that is literally 45 minutes away from our son's familiar crib and room??? Like many vacation condos, the space was fairly cramped, but adequate for us all. Downstairs had the living area and kitchen, and behind kitchen was a bedroom that we gave to my parents so they wouldn't have to use the stairs. And then next to the kitchen was a bathroom that they could use.
It was about 8 or 9pm, and we had just finished putting our son to sleep. My husband headed back downstairs and then noticed a terrible smell. What was that? It smelled like... poop? He rounded the corner to see my mom, sitting on the toilet, with the door open. Pooping.
HUSBAND: Mom, why did you leave the door open???
MOM: Oh. Sorry.
Just a foreshadowing: This was not the last time this happened...
