The tub.

I was bathing the three kids. 

They loved having a bath together.

She was tired out. 

I told her I would do it.

The kids were naked and submerged.

The bubbles were growing.

The toys were out.

The towels were piled and ready.

Her daughter was quietly playing with the balls.

I was shampooing a head...

Wait?  Balls? 

What is that? I asked her.

She generously handed them over.

It was poop.

Two large...incredibly smooth...balls of poop.

I was hysterical.

She was rolling on the floor in the hallway.

Three kids out and toweled.

Tub emptied.

Tub sanitized.

Poop flushed.

Three kids back in the tub.


She never got up.

She couldn’t. 

She laughed the entire time.

It was great.


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