I just received a phone call from our daycare provider. My heart jumped a little bit when I saw her number. I expected her to say "Abigail threw up" or "she has a fever". We know a few people close to us who have the flu. I know that it's generally mild and unavoidable but being 37 weeks pregnant would not be the most opportune time for me to have that in my house. (Although probably better than after the baby comes). Anyway . . .
However, she did not say any of those things.
Do you know what she said? . . .
"Your daughter has learned to take off her pants."
This statement, in conjunction with the fact that I know my daughter HATES having a poopy diaper (it is so time to potty train!), I knew what was coming next.
"I had to give her a bath because she had poop all over her clothes, the bed, her hair, and I think she may have eaten some."
(The child already has to wear onesies and pants everywhere so she can't get into her diaper. What is next, only overalls? Zip up, footed PJ's? Straight jacket?)
(To my future 16 year-old daughter, Abigail. I apologize if this embarrasses you. However, I'm still posting it because . . . it still happened!)