Act 2, Scene 15: “Right Place, Wrong Surface”

E took his second crap on the bathroom floor today. TRL knew immediately once S yelled from the bathroom: TRL, come quick! We’ve got a problem.

It was like the announcements in grocery stores: Clean up, aisle 10.

So TRL cames up with paper towels and first sees C & E happily playing in the bath, which is what was supposed to be happening. And then he sees the squeeze. A lovely cylinder of brownish-yellow poop sitting on the tile floor. Without the mash of the diaper, which rendered most poo a squish by the time TRL or S got to it, this one looked like a real adult poo, only smaller.

Look, a little boy poo, remarks TRL.

He squatted, it came out, and then he was ready for his bath, announces S.

Efficient, says TRL as he bends over and collects what part of the poo he can scoop up with a piece of toilet paper, and then wipes the rest off the tile with alcohol and paper towels. This must be love, or at least the expression of it, he thinks as he tosses the poo present with the toilet paper wrapping in the toilet. It’s not that he is doing the clean-up, that is inevitable, it is that he doesn’t mind it so much.