*Warning* I said I would discuss ‘it’ again.
This story involves the husband more than me.
Jake came out of the bathroom and said, “Don’t worry daddy, I don’t have poop on my fingers anymore.” Oh crap. (no pun intended) We are trying to teach Jake independence, but wiping his behind isn’t a step we’re quite ready for. Neither is he apparently.
Hubby jumped off the couch to assess the situation. To be extra cautious, he decided to strip Jake naked and bleach the bathroom from the top to bottom. He wasn’t exactly sure what Jake contaminated, so everything was suspect. Once something has been tainted with ‘that’, when do you stop cleaning? Needless to say, he has a tendency to go way overboard. It’s simply his way.
Meanwhile, I was upstairs getting ready while listening to the events unfold. Josh always says (indignantly) that he doesn’t need my help and I hover when he’s taking care of the boys (true). Sounds like he has this one under control. *grin*And hey now I had a super clean bathroom!
A little history: There was a situation pre-kids that involved a broken thermometer. You know the old kind with mercury in it? He freaked out. He was on his hands and knees with duct tape and a flash light trying to pick up every molecule of mercury. I made him stop after 4 hours. He even put his clothes and shoes in a plastic bag and took it to the hazmat waste station. Hey, he may be a freak, but he’s my freak.
Lessons learned: Jake isn’t ready to wipe and we no longer use mercury filled thermometers.