So much talk of pee and poo these days, not just among my potty-mouthed children but also within bloglyn; the feces of drunks and dogs, kids peeing on subways and in tree pits; Here 's another contribution. It features chocolate. It lacks controversy.
Our 2 year old who hates to ride in her stroller was kind of poking along behind the family caravan. Suddenly I notice brown smears on the back of her pants, and think, how could she have gotten dog shit on herself, I mean, she's been goofing around but not planting herself on the sidewalk. I figure I missed something important and hysterically whip her pants off her.
The big kids love this, of course. I bring myself to sniff for the sake of certainty, and find out the smears are chocolate, some of the delicious brownie we just ate at Parco. I hope the person who used my daughter's seat after we left checked it before sitting down.
I don't think it's possible for us to eat at a restaurant without creating a superfund site.
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My mother-in-law had the same problem after we ate at the Chip Shop a few weeks ago. Someone must have eaten one of those fried Mars bars and gotten melted chocolate on the seat.
I'll be checking obsessively from here on out.
Fried Mars bars! I'll have to take the kids for those. We'll bring some handy wipes, lest we become a menace to the pristine posterior.
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