I posted this a few months ago, but I'll share it again.
When my son was about 18 months old, I gave him grapes, cut in half. He LOVED them!! Gobbled them right up and we were all thrilled to finally find a fruit he’d eat. (Kid hated fruit) So after the woo hoos and hugs for eating like such a big boy, off he went while I congratulated myself on my “mommy skills”. The next morning, we had diaper blow out! Ick running to the ankles kinda blow out!...when I opened the diaper there were about 18 to 2 dozen half grapes swimming in all that ick. He had swallowed them all whole. I wrapped up the diaper, dropped it in the almost full garbage can and ushered my sweet boy off to the bathtub where we splashed away all that mess. I got him out, dried him off, and while I wiped up the floor he wandered out of the bathroom. When I was done, he wasn’t in the living room or his bedroom? Not in the kitchen? And then I found him; squatted down in the laundry room with that diaper spread out in front of him, shoveling grapes into his mouth as fast as he could, up to his elbows in all that poop....AAAUURGH! I let out a scream, scooped him up and rushed off to sanitize my befouled child yet again!
When teeth were thoroughly brushed and he was again poop-free, I took the garbage out, and cleaned the mess up off the laundry room floor. With Nick Jr. on the television and a pop tart gripped firmly in one little hand, I left my son on the couch to go clean up the bathroom again.
That finished, I went to check on the “little angel”...not in the living room? Bedroom? Kitchen? No, no, no....where was he? He was digging the grapes that he stashed in the laundry basket out for yet another snack!
Longest morning of my life!