The armadillo got his settling of scores with me this afternoon. After giving him what seemed like his millionth time out of the day, the poop hit the fan, or shall I say our clothes?
The armadillo’s current time out spot is the laundry room. After a couple minutes, I went in to get him. He still had his shoes on, so I picked him up to put him on the chair. As we were walking out of the laundry room I smelled a foul odor. “Did you poop again?” I asked the armadillo. He had just went #2 a half an hour ago, and I was surprised that he went again. I put him down on the chair and took off his shoes. I picked him up again to put him down. Both times he was holding onto my arms with his hands. While he was standing I checked his diaper. It was then that I noticed the horror, his diaper was half way down his behind and there was poop smeared on his backside. Yuck! I then checked his hands and sure enough, double yuck! I ran to the sink and got a couple of paper towels, soaked them with water and anti-bacterial soap. I wiped off his hands and then threw away the napkins. It didn’t even cross my mind to check my shirt right away. I picked up the armadillo again and took him to change his diaper. I stripped him of his clothes and put on a clean set. When I finally did remember to check my own shirt, I found the disgusting tell-tale marks. Oh damn! In the washer with all of you! I'm praying that was a one-time thing.
Of course the armadillo thought the whole thing was hilarious. Of course.
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