"Daddy, My Butt's Making Noise!"

Forget all of your pathetic ghost stories... I have a real horror story to share. Gather 'round...

First, a little background info. My kids went trick-or-treating earlier today, while I was at work. My daughter, after getting home, snuck into the treat bag, and... well, let's say she overindulged just a tad. So, when I got home, my wife informed me that she had a tummy ache, and I should keep an eye on her just in case she had a fecal explosion. (I should also point out that my daughter has sensory conflict problems, meaning her brain doesn't always register certain feelings, like when she "has to go".)

So, after my wife went to work, I was getting my son ready for bed, and noticed he had a "poopy". Okay, no big deal... he didn't eat much candy, so it was just the normal butt pebbles. Just as I get him on the changing table, my daughter runs in and wails, "Daddy, my butt's making noise!" Then she starts doing a little dance, and squirm, and I knew what it meant: green apple splatters were about to commence. Horrors!

Instantly, I shift into hyper-drive with my son. I can still make it, I thought. I whip off the front of his diaper... and fail to realize that he was hanging over the edge of the table, causing the diaper to fall on the ground, and scattering little Sugar Babies on the floor. Gaah! I gather the stinky pebbles, finish cleaning him, and jam a new pullup on him, all the while my daughter kept repeating with increasing franticness and animation, "My butt's making noise!" Finally I put my son down, and I raced to avert the imminent catastrophe...

The next few minutes happened in super-slow motion. As I raced towards her to bring her to the bathroom, feeling like I was running towards her with my feet in shackles, her dancing and squirming suddenly stopped, and I heard a squishing noise, as my daughter, o-faced, said "UH-OH!" as a dark stain grew down the tights on her leg. Defeat.

The cleanup would rival Chernobyl or Love Canal in scope, messiness, and human suffering.

Halloween sucks.

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