Where is that Play-Doh From? Wait...that's NOT Play-Doh!

The most disgusting thing just happened...

Trent walked up to me as I was curling my hair in the bathroom and he held his hand out toward me as he rubbed his fingers together. Let me preface this by saying that he has been on a Play-doh kick lately. Last week, he left his black, brown and red Play-Doh containers outside and they dried out and needed to be tossed in the garbage. So, you can imagine my confusion when Trent seemed to being playing with what looked like brown Play-Doh from afar.

I looked at my little monster and asked, "Trent, where did you get the Play-Doh from?"

Trent smiled brightly as he continued to smash his fingers together and he said, "No, Ma Ma. Poo Poo. Poo Poo."

I nearly threw my curling iron across the room. I ran over to him, grabbed his arm and the unmistakable stench of crap hit me, causing me to nearly vomit in my mouth. Trent had apparently stuck his hand in his big boy underwear and withdrew a handful of crap. What possessed him to do this, I have no idea because he seemed to have gotten over his obsession with poop. Normally, he screams, "Poo poo is yucky" whenever he poops himself or when he comes across the dog poop in the yard so I was shocked, not to mention disgusted, to have to sanitize my child's poop filled hands.

Another semi-gross moment happened the other day when Trent ran into the house, screaming with excitement and begging me to come outside and look at a bug he found. He has a new obsession with bugs and normally, I catch him trying to pick up an ant or a ladybug. So, I got up from the couch, Jagger attached to my boob, to go look at the new bug Trent found in the yard. He ran to the door and started screaming, "Ahh...bug...cute," over and over as he pointed to area just outside of the back door. I stepped outside and screamed my bloody head off! Trent was poking the biggest beetle I have ever seen in my life. This was no little stinkbug, ant or ladybug. It was a gigantic, thick-bodied, beetle of some kind. I instantly screamed, "Don't touch, Trent. Yuck!" which scared the crap out of Trent who had previously been so proud of his new discovery. He started screaming. I was trying to rip the baby off of my boob as I grabbed Trent's arm so that I could bring him inside to wash his hands. It was quite the scene, let me tell you! I know this will be no where near the last time my little man plays with bugs (or poop). Yuck!

Needless to say, there is never a dull moment with boys!