You may say to yourself, “Man, does Toni have a poo fetish? She sure writes about poo a lot…” but then I would say to you “You smell like poo.” Now that we have cleared that up, let me tell you the story of the mystery poo smell.
Now that The Munch eats food, her poo has morphed from the creamy consistency of pudding, to creating actual shapes. Like a log… or even a ball. Where once the odor was mild, now the level of pungency is quite intense. In fact, I hesitate to use the word poo anymore, and almost replace it with crap. Poo is too sweet sound for what I am dealing with.
The other day, I had what call a “distracted diaper change.” Didn’t think much of it, and put the whole event behind me. Soon after, my friend came over, and we were sitting in the kitchen when I first smelt it: the distinct, unmistakable scent of poo.
“Do you smell poo?”
“No…”
“Oh… I swear I smell poo.” I thought about getting up and investigating because the occasional wafts were making me wretch, but instead I just continued to eat my sammich.
We ventured into the living room to do some big girl stuff, like sit on the floor and put the tv remote in our mouths, when I smelt it again.
“Dude… do you smell that? I seriously smell poo!” I picked up The Munch and took a deep inhale of her butt. Nothing.
We then decide to go upstairs to listen to music and sure enough, the smell crept into my nose like TLC.
“You have to smell that! I swear it smells like poo!” I started to intuit that my friend was getting aggravated. I am pretty perceptive about these things… plus she did say “You are seriously annoying me Toni.” I bent over to smell The Munch’s butt, who pulled my hair. I guess I was irritating her too.
After my friend left, I frantically searched the house for a dirty poo diaper I had forgotten to dispose of. Nothing. I felt like I was taking crazy pills. I knew I smelt poo, but could not find the culprit anywhere. That is until I changed my pants that evening, and a poo ball fell out of the cuff where my pants had been folded. Oh.
