I discovered something that day. I can handle blood, vomit, and even blowout diapers with no trouble. But I have a LOT of trouble cleaning up poop the second time after my son has played in it. D.I.S.C.U.S.T.I.N.G.
I cleaned up Will's hands, changed his clothes, cleaned the walls, floor, and trash can, but when I came to the lid of the trash I was done. It was beyond gross. I ended up throwing it into the front yard for the rain to wash it off. (Yeah, I'll bet it looked weird, but I was done.) This is what it looked like when I first saw it. (Those with weak stomachs should look away now) Nasty huh?