Well I just got back from a holiday and among all the craziness that’s just happened (posts coming on them, I promise), there’s one I need to get this off my chest right away.
I literally watched a kid shit on the ground in front of me today. Yep, just a casual shit on some concrete.
I had a straight face on the outside but on the inside, this was me:
I asked him if he needed to go to the toilet and fix himself up. “Nope! I’m done”.
Cue the hunt for the grandparent (who used a shovel to fling it into a garden) and mother (who after taking him inside to wipe his bum had to clean up another nugget that dropped out of his pant leg) while I stood there speechless and completely out of my depth.
By now you guys should know that I’m definitely not ready to be a mum yet. Well this disturbing display just added on a few years to when I assume I’ll be ready (it was already going to be 10 years).
Like, let’s get back to basics here. Don’t kids learn how to use a potty?! I already admit to knowing nothing about being a mum but for some reason I still seem to casually babysit kids occasionally (thanks family!) and am shocked at something new every time.
Kids; strangest creatures.