Tonight my amazing husband took our kiddo's on a bike ride while I was out. When I got home he related the events of this historic ride to me. Apparently just as they arrived at the trail head DS needed to go #2 so they headed back home, took care of business and then went back to the trail. After riding to the end of the trail Beeb announced that she now need to "take care of business" as well. (pause . . . here's where it gets interesting.) Beeb had diarrhea and since this is not normal for her (ever!) she was taken aback and told DH that she had "vomited" out her bottom. She said it was "vomit pooh".
I love it! It's my new favorite phrase. I can't wait to find scenarios where I can use it in everyday conversation.
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The thought of vomit pooh cracks me right up. What an eventful day. It's times like that when I feel bad for my husband, but secretly thank the heavens that I didn't have to deal with it.
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