This is about as wordless as I get.
I loved the movie Baby Mama. Especially the scene where Tina Fey’s sister in the movie grabs her toddlers hand and says “Is this chocolate or poop? Is this chocolate or poop?” Then she smells and licks the baby’s finger to discover it was in fact chocolate. Tina Fey’s character is shocked and exclaims, “what if that had been poop??”
This scene is funny because it’s so applicable (unfortunately). For example, I wipe all kinds of thing off the downstairs bathroom sink and doorknob. I clean it several times a day. I usually can tell what I’m wiping as my cleaning typically happens after meals. Jelly, syrup, pasta sauce are usually easily identified. This morning I paused when I saw the door knob. Something brown was smudged all over it. I didn’t serve chocolate for breakfast. They both told me they pooped after they got up. “Good, God, please don’t let this be poop,” I prayed as I bent over to smell the door knob. It had no discernible smell. I wasn’t about to lick it. I just gave an extra wipe with Clorox, and took another moment to thank God for Clorox. Maybe I forgot to clean it last night after the boys had Girl Scout Cookies.
Just another thing I never thought I’d be doing with my day- smelling door knobs for poop.