No wee's, no poo's

The other morning, feeling what I thought was blood trickle, I did that automatic thing I have always done: I dropped my pants to take a quick check.

Forgot there is now a toddler in the house when I do that.

So there we both were, she with her clothes on and a clean nappy and me with my pants in my hands, around my thighs. I'd forgotten she was even there. That is, until she said merrily, and quite encouragingly, "No wee's.... no poo's."

Obviously, I was relieved that neither of these were what greeted me either and because my pants were clean, I was granted leave to continue playing without having to have my bum changed.