A Love Affair With Poop?

For the last two afternoons, The Boy Child has suffered from exploding nappy syndrome during what is supposed to be nap time. His nap, both days, has gone to the wall because he’s found himself plonked in the bath so that he can be de-pooped …

I’m not joking when I say that there has been poop as far as the eye can see, on him and in his room, both days.  Thank goodness for wet wipes, which pretty much clean up every surface brilliantly and thank goodness for good weather, as there has a washing line constantly full of duvet covers, little people towels, face flannels, t-shirts, shorts, you name it.

Here’s hoping for a cleaner nap-time tomorrow.