My daughter Beth had finally reached the stage where she was ready to use the potty-training seat all by herself! (It’s OK, I’ll wait while you applaud.) Squeak, click, went the bathroom door.
A moment later, there was a blood-curdling scream. I turned into Super-Dad and flew to the loo. Shake! Rattle! The door was locked! “What’s wrong, honey?” I yelled, and was answered by a plaintive cry of despair.
Smash, crack, bam! I kicked the door open and tumbled into the formerly peaceful cubicle where Beth stood, whimpering and cradling her finger.
I grabbed her finger and kissed it all over. “Ohhhh, what happened honey?”
With tears in her eyes, she replied,
“I got poo-poo on it.”
Always look before you…well, you know the rest.
~from How to be Funny
Excellent lesson for all super heroes in training.
Hilarious (my names Beth, too 😁)
lol, oh nooooo!!!
Haha. Yuck! Haha.
G.R.O.S.S!
Many decades ago when I was in elementary school, one of my friends told a similar joke. A little girl is in the bathroom, calling out: “Mom, I need some toilet paper. Mom, I need toilet paper. Oh, MOM — Mmmm! Yum yum, chewy chewy Tootsie Rolls last a long time…”
Ew!
😀
😂😂There are some experiences we do learn the lesson immediately 😂😂
;>)
Yikes! 😍
Ewww, but a valuable life lesson.
Got my laugh for the day. Thanks!
😂
Reminds me of the game my wife and I played when our children were babies called “Poop or Chocolate.” You didn’t want to lose that game.
Nor do I think I want to know how it’s played! ;>)
🤣🤣🤣
You’re the best daddy awwwww lol lol
This made me laugh so hard! 😂
Euuuw…..haha!
Mitch, this is awesome. I think every dad may have had similar experiences. Before Corona, what are a few germs among family?
Too, too funny! Great rescue though, Dad!
Since I have a toddler grandson, I’m going to remember this story!
My oldest is now 21. When she was a mere 18 months old, I learned that sitting on the couch, holding a sick baby while not wearing a shirt, is a very bad idea. She sat there quietly, for a time, head on my shoulder. Rather suddenly, she turns her head so she’s facing my opposite shoulder, and proceeds to launch a line of formula vomit across my chest. This then began to run down my chest and stomach. Needless to say, I’m stuck with a crying toddler on my lap, both of us covered in puke, desperately trying not to make my own contribution to the mess, while waiting for my ex to save the day. It was a very educational moment.
Bright side: you didn’t have to launder a shirt. ;>)
Yeah, it also helped me get over my tendency to retch whenever I encountered vomit, which has helped a lot during the course of my present career. 😂
Really funny!
😂😂😂😂
That’s hilarious!
Lol! Too funny 🙂
Ahhh…those bathroom emergencies!! 😂
Hilarious 🤣
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