My friend, Melissa, and I went to the new Peter Piper Pizza tonight. Joey is out of town and her husband was working so we decided to eat, hang out and let the kids play. We were enjoying ourselves until Ella came up to me crying saying, "I pooped in my underwear Mom!" Fabulous. I looked for Melissa to see if she could watch Cali while I took Ella to the bathroom. Then, Melissa comes walking up with her son Dax, who is Ella's age, and says, "He just pooped in his pants." Then I told her about Ella and we just couldn't believe it! Both kids crapped their pants. Our kids are totally potty-trained and so this isn't something that happens often. So, we then had the pleasure of wiping our kids bottoms and cleaning them up all in the bathroom(all the while I'm holding Cali mind you-yes, I'm talented). I thought, well, at least I wasn't alone in the misery:) We couldn't help but laugh, even though it was a sad "life stinks sometimes" (literally) sort of laugh. To top it off as we are exiting the bathroom, someone opens the door and its smacks Dax right in the head. He was already crying and this just was the icing on the cake. Poor little guy. The woman that did it made a loud noise in surprise which scared Cali and then she started crying. So, we left Peter Piper with some very sad children, but I'm already looking back on this experience and laughing. Are you laughing yet Melissa?? Good times at Peter Pooper Pizza.
Here are some happy people at Peter Piper. Obviously not a picture of us.