Come sing it with me to these lyrics:
And so she shitted*
Shitted* in the tub
And now it's floating
All over the tub tub tub tub tub tub tub tub
So I managed to avoid bathtub poo episodes but with Poppy but Calla is the second child, so of course, she has to show me that she's got her own personality and prove that she's different. And so we had a tub of poo this morning.
But hey, better in the tub at home than at this morning's swimming lesson right? Times like these, I'm glad we don't have a real bathtub. I managed to clean everything up by pouring the tub's contents directly into the toilet bowl. Phew.
Always look on the bright side of life *whistle*
* yes we could argue about it being shitted versus shat, it we shan't, ok?