So Gamble has been having trouble going to the bathroom (constipation), and up till yesterday, it’s been mostly a Mommie issue. Of course, over the weekend, there’s always the possibility that Daddie will be called to the scene.
It’s my own fault. I asked him to notify us if there were any changes in color that he was worried about. So naturally, guess what happened.
Last night, he’d gone in, and after a while, I went to check on him. Through the door, “You okay?”
He responded with, “
Mommie, from the loft, “You know, the other day I gave him the DS while he was waiting.”
Before I could respond, the bathroom door said, “You know, she’s right!”
Shaking my head on the way to get the DS, I mumbled to no one in particular, “When I was a boy, I had to take a book into the bathroom and read.
I take in the DS, and he stands up, points at the toilet and says, “Daddie? It’s red.”
So I’m starting to worry that he’s colorblind, too. It’s not red, but a bicolored lightbrown/green. I spend a few minutes reassuring him that everything’s ok, and that no matter what, he can always ask me. Forensic Poop Man’s on the job.
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