OK, so as a father life every now and then throws you a moment that you just can't ever forget. What I am about to tell you is very much one of those moments! Now by the title most of you probably are thinking "gross"!!! Well you are right, but at the same time it has made me feel like I have fully stepped into the role of a true, loving, and fully caring father who would do anything (when I say anything, I mean it!) for his daughters. So without further ado, here is my story...
It was a normal Saturday. Started out as most Saturdays do. The girls woke up earlier than my sleeping self would have liked, but oh well. The only difference with this Saturday is that it was the first time that I would be watching both the girls on my own for an extended period of time. Morgan was only about three months old and Rachael was going to a Bible study. I love my girls and love watching them so this was going to be a fun day with daddy and his girls. Rachael leaves and I am on my own. The day starts innocent enough. I fed Madison breakfast and dressed the girls. Morgan was being very good. I couldn't help but think, "Man, I have this dad thing down!" Here is a word of caution, do not ever think anything like that. I am serious, because as soon as you think it something bad is about to happen!!! Here is where my day took the turn. Madison was still in diapers, but would let us know when she needed changed. So she is in the living room and is yelling at me down the hall while I am in the other room cleaning. She says, "Daddy, I pooped!" This is fine, I have changed many poopy diapers before and I was going to change this one. The only problem was that when I went into the living room Madison was taking off her diaper!!! Oh, no. So I grab the diaper that contains you guessed it, poop. I proceed to take the diaper to the garbage and returned to help Madison clean up and get a fresh diaper. As I return she says "Daddy I poop!" Now at this point I see the scene that is about to take place flash through my head before it happens. Not good. As I look over at Madison, I see that she is not done going to the bathroom. So here is my daughter standing in the middle of the living room floor with no diaper on and she is still going POOP. I can see that the floor is in immediate stain danger and I am going to have a literal mess to clean up. So what did I do you might ask. Well I did what any good husband and father would do, I jumped across the room with arms outstretched and caught the poop. Oh yes, it was like a wide receiver making a great diving catch in the end zone for the game winning touch down. I made the grab. I had saved that carpet and saved my self a bigger mess. By this time my heart is racing and I am on the floor with poop in my hands. CRAZY and yes GROSS!!! Do not worry, I immediately discarded the goods and washed my hands about ten times over. I also used hand sanitizer for good measure. So there it is, in all its glory. The day I caught POOP!!!
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