Thursday, 21 July 2016

Is That...Poop?

I've written about dreams that I've had before and simply because last night was so vivid and weird, here it is...

It all began that I was set to babysit for a young family from my church who have three little girls. Ages 1, 3, and 5. It was the 5-year-old's birthday party and we were going to watch Finding Nemo and eat pink cake. I was super excited to celebrate with the girls and I went downstairs to get the ice cream cake from the freezer. When I came back up the 1-year-old was screaming in her crib so I ran upstairs to see what the commotion was. She had little clumps of greenish yellow stuff in her crib and I immediately thought oh no! Poop!? After cleaning up what I could find of the greenish yellow goop in her crib, I discovered that there was a trail of it leading elsewhere. What's going on? It turned out that the 3-year-old was responsible for the mess and she had the poop all over her hands. I contained myself and managed to speak gently whilst explaining to her that we don't touch poop. After cleaning her up I examined the surroundings. The stuff was everywhere! On the hall carpet, in the bathroom sink, but the 3-year-old's bedroom contained the worst of it. Poop was all over her bed and the floor had little chunks spread about. It was disgusting. I went to retrieve the wipes from the 1-year-old's change table and was horrified to discover that it had chunks of poop in it too! This was an absolute disaster. How did she manage to get poop all over the place in less than two minutes? The consistency was almost goopy, but mostly chunky. I managed to clean up most of it when I thought to myself where is the source? I did not want to find more of it but I decided I'd play detective just in case there was a large portion hiding somewhere. Most of the chunks were in the 3-year-old's room and so I started searching there. After snooping around the bed and dresser a bit with no traces of large portions I found that the closet had greenish yellow stuff in a large yellow container which read "Play-Doh" on the label. Most of it had dried up, which would explain why some of it was in the bathroom sink and therefore wet and goopy everywhere else...

I was happy to wake up very relieved that none of that happened in real life. When I told one of my friends about the dream, she reminded me that my profession of choice will likely contain a lot of "poopy" situations. True that. Too bad not all poop is Play-Doh. :)

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