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Setting: Chase has run a 102 fever and it won't break even with medication. I am administering a luke cold (is that a word?) bath to get his fever down. Chase is playing with his toys. I'm sitting on a bathroom stool, half listening the news that's on in the bedroom.
Me: (acting very unmothery, with the basket labeled "Conner's Medications, Thermometers and Miscellaneous"... [note to self: need to change 'Conner' to "Baby's"..., must find sharpie although this was printed in a nice font on LABELS, where did all this free time GO??]. I'm sifting through the basket for the 3rd time in desperation for Ibuprofen as Tylenol isn't working....)
Chase: splash, splash, cough, splash
Me: (internal dialogue: Nope, no Ibuprofen. Mike pick some up, or go get?)
Chase: still playing, then throws toys
Me: looks up, checks child who still has sufficent toy count, looks at tv
Chase: throws something
Me: thud
I then look down, thinking it's going to be another toy that needs to be thrown back in. It's at my feet so I start to pick it up when I realize....
...it's a giant turd.
He was done with it, clearly.
