Just when I was thinking that maybe in the village was too peaceful and pleasant to generate any good blog posts…. Payback! ;)
I have witnessed some interesting poop-related moments in my life, (the trail of dribble across the yr 1 carpet last year featured quite highly on my list of faves…), but this one may take the cake.
I began this pleasant Saturday morning by settling down with a bucket of washing while a couple of the neighbour’s children hung out in the shade drawing with crayons.
Well, things took quite a turn for the amusing when I got up to change my Ipod. Imagine my surprise at finding the smallest child standing innocently in J.’s doorway, shorts still on, over a pile of yellow, chunky goop as large as his belly.
“Where on earth did that come from?”, I asked myself, as I tried to determine the nature of the object at his feet. “Insulation??”
Barely gazing up form her colouring, his sister pointed causally at the thing, uttering a word I did not recognize, as the realization of what had happened donned on me.
“Ummm… is he sick?”, I asked, in my rudimentary Chitumbuka.
“Yayi.” (Nope), she replied dismissively.
“Ummm…. Maybe you go to your home now, yes?”
No response.
All the while Mr Poopy Pants was gazing up at me with those big innocent brown eyes, and mischievous smile.
I couldn’t contain it any longer. As I took in the scene before me, I just started snorting with laughter, and had to run to my room as the uncontrollable tears and giggles poured out.
“Talla?”, I heard a little voice call from the sitting room.
“Yes?”
Oh. God.
He had added a hefty dose of wee to the pile, which was spreading across the sitting room floor. His eyes we also filling with tears, as I imagine the wad of chunky processed beans stuck to his inner thigh could hardly be comfortable.
“Pepani pepani!” (Sorry sorry), I murmured as we all scuttled outside to be wiped up and returned home to our mommas.
As I settled back down with my washing, a herd of cattle was driven past our front garden, swirling dust up towards the bright blue sky. And I couldn’t help but gaze up through that haze and give thanks to the series of events that landed me here today.
(As a side note, Momma was tracked down, and came merrily to clean up after her son, giggling the whole way, and allowing me to heave a sigh of relief at having escaped that messy job!)
I have witnessed some interesting poop-related moments in my life, (the trail of dribble across the yr 1 carpet last year featured quite highly on my list of faves…), but this one may take the cake.
I began this pleasant Saturday morning by settling down with a bucket of washing while a couple of the neighbour’s children hung out in the shade drawing with crayons.
Well, things took quite a turn for the amusing when I got up to change my Ipod. Imagine my surprise at finding the smallest child standing innocently in J.’s doorway, shorts still on, over a pile of yellow, chunky goop as large as his belly.
“Where on earth did that come from?”, I asked myself, as I tried to determine the nature of the object at his feet. “Insulation??”
Barely gazing up form her colouring, his sister pointed causally at the thing, uttering a word I did not recognize, as the realization of what had happened donned on me.
“Ummm… is he sick?”, I asked, in my rudimentary Chitumbuka.
“Yayi.” (Nope), she replied dismissively.
“Ummm…. Maybe you go to your home now, yes?”
No response.
All the while Mr Poopy Pants was gazing up at me with those big innocent brown eyes, and mischievous smile.
I couldn’t contain it any longer. As I took in the scene before me, I just started snorting with laughter, and had to run to my room as the uncontrollable tears and giggles poured out.
“Talla?”, I heard a little voice call from the sitting room.
“Yes?”
Oh. God.
He had added a hefty dose of wee to the pile, which was spreading across the sitting room floor. His eyes we also filling with tears, as I imagine the wad of chunky processed beans stuck to his inner thigh could hardly be comfortable.
“Pepani pepani!” (Sorry sorry), I murmured as we all scuttled outside to be wiped up and returned home to our mommas.
As I settled back down with my washing, a herd of cattle was driven past our front garden, swirling dust up towards the bright blue sky. And I couldn’t help but gaze up through that haze and give thanks to the series of events that landed me here today.
(As a side note, Momma was tracked down, and came merrily to clean up after her son, giggling the whole way, and allowing me to heave a sigh of relief at having escaped that messy job!)
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