^I announced the TMI right there, so, no grousing that it's all TMI :-P
So, Sunday, we went to church and I sat and sipped coffee and ate cookies while Buffy played w/ the toys in the kid's corner.
I was trying to get the child to leave (which is always a challenge. It's not like the toys are that much cooler than hers at home, it's just...they're not hers. And inertia exists.
We finish re-dressing the dolls and I am relatively sure she needs a clean diaper--I'm hoping to throw her in the car and drive the 2 min. home before I change her because there isn't really a changing table...but Buffy announces (loudly and clearly) that we can't go home, she needs a new diaper. I say OK, we'll go over to the corner and change the diaper. Which is when she announces (again, loudly and clearly) that I should look over there on the floor...
Buffy-"IT's POOP'
me-"uh..."
Buffy-"There's poop in the floor"
me" uh, let me clean that up *find wipe, use wipe to pick up poop*
Buffy- "mamma you did a good job cleaning up that kid dookie on the floor"
me...
Buffy-"It was mine. That was my kid dookie. There's more poop. *pointing to more poo on the floor"
I still have no idea how she managed to poop on the floor. I did have emergency pants for her and I did clean it up. (and she was the only kid, so I can't blame some other child).
But I kinda wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
I also don't know where she learned the word dookie.