We’ve started walking to school this week. Now we’ve moved, it’s possible, before it was a 3 hour round trip. I drop the 5 year old off at school then speed walk up an extremely steep hill to work … thinking all the time about the cold fan on my desk.
This morning we set off. Two minutes into our journey the 5 year old decided she was absolutely desperate for a wee. There was no way we could go back home and then get to school in time so I told her that I would find somewhere suitable on the way. I also gave her a long boring lecture about having a wee before we set off whilst she danced about in desperation.
I found a tree and performed the ‘child dangling bent over wee move’. Out pops a ginormous log. Jeez! Had I been with the dog I would have been carrying poo bags and could have picked it up. But no, I had to leave it and continue on our journey berating her for doing such a thing and that SHE MUST wipe her bottom at school.
Can you imagine that conversation with the teacher … “I need to wipe my bottom because I did a poo next to a tree near the railway bridge on the way to school”.
Later on the husband took the dog for a walk. The dog decided to do a poo. No problem … that’s what DOGS do. That’s why we have poo bags. Apart from, he’d forgotten the poo bags. He did however have a supermarket receipt in his pocket which he used to retrieve the poo and put in a bin.
All I can say is that it must have been a bloody long receipt
In future I will always carry tissues and poo bags in my handbag, regardless of who I am leaving the house with.
13 Comments on "It must have been a bloody long receipt …"
Crikey – how come I missed this one before – you could have told me!!! Hee hee. What happened to 5-year-old’s poo?? Love it…
I thought I’d save it up and surprise you … I know how you like a good poo story
LOL love it! My son hasn’t yet done this but I will now make sure I always have nappy bags and wipes on me!! x
LOL love it! Luckily I’ve never had that problem but I think I will have a nappy bag on me at all times now.
Hi, I came here via the BMB carnival. I have all this to look forward to. The more I read recently, the more it seems that you never run out of blocgging material while potty training young children!
Thanks for the advise ,I am filling my handbag with wipes nappy bags and a pooper scooper as soon as I finish typing…it sound like just the sort of thing my smurf would do…must be prepared!!
Thanks for the advice (and a good chuckle)! OMG I’ve got all this to come!!
Very funny. I had to clear up a poo in the park using post-its. Since then, I rarely leave the house without the porta-potty! (Well, unless I have no small child with me, of course.)
Oh wife – I am guffawing at this post. I am slipping poo bags into my bag as soon as I go downstairs…
My friend’s little boy decided to do a poo in the flower beds in front of an artist who’d come to look at their house in preparation for a painting of it. I’ve often wondered if the poo is hidden somewhere there in the foreground of the finished picture…her little secret!
And this has just reminded me that my own daughter, when 3 and in the early stages of potty training (I left it late to avoid unnecessary accidents – vain hope), decided to lay a curler down on the picnic rug on a crowded beach in France. ‘ooh ze engleesh, zay are such peegs…’ My shame was complete.
Just read your last two posts – there seems to be a running theme there!
I hope your day improved?
My daughter once had a poo in B&Q’s car park, like you I was totally unprepared, also we don’t have a dog so probably wouldn’t have had any poo bags anyway! I did manage to find some card in the car, just enough to flick said poo into the grassy flowery bit round the edge of the carpark. I was so thankful that it was a monday morning and the carpark wasn’t as full as it could of been, oh the embarassment!
Every time I am foolish enough to leave the house without bags, wipes, spare clothes etc I have cause to seriously regret it. The mental image of the dog poo and the receipt will hopefully not resurface in my brain when I’m eating supper.