Grant finally did it. He pooped in the tub. Not only did he poop in the tub, it was a floater and he tried to go after it as if it was a toy. Had I been a half second slower we would have had a much different situation. The whole thing caught us off guard. We had our eyes on Maria because she was producing a fair amount of bubbles while bathing. I thought she was getting ready to release the heavy artillery. In watching for her poop face, I completely missed Grant’s signature grunt and red nose. I won’t make this mistake again.
This event comes on the heels of another Grant poo first…he made Jeremy gag. The text exchange went like this:
Jeremy: It took him 16 months but Grant finally had a poop that made me gag. Nasty!
Me: What was wrong with it?
Jeremy: There was nothing not wrong with that. Its very existence was an unholy abomination against God and Nature.
I appreciate a good laugh, but Jeremy’s updates have a way of making me laugh at inappropriate times at work. Perhaps I should stop reading text messages while in boring meetings.