Our Little Jar of Poo

It's pretty funny if you think about it-The things you willingly and selflessly do when you have a baby. You pick boogers out of their nose, defuzz their fingers and toes, lick your fingers to fix their hair and you carry around poo. Yes, that's what I said. I had to take a poo sample to the hospital today and let me tell you, I was never so happy to have Benjamin poo his diaper, stink and all. So here comes the funny part. How do you get runny, stinky poo off of a diaper and into a specimen jar? A spoon. Yep, I had to scoop up my son's poo with a spoon and dump it in a jar. Oh and here's the best part-driving in the car with a jar of poo in your console and walking through the hospital with it...can you imagine the looks I got? I thought it would be hilarious if I got pulled over and the officers would ask that question 'do you have anything suspicious or something that could hurt me in your car'. I would have to reply 'why yes, I have poo in a jar'. I wondered if they would believe me? I think I made a girl sick in the waiting room, sitting there with my jar of poo, she looked a little green... Oh, and I threw the spoon in the trash. No amount of clorox bleach would make me eat off of that spoon ever again.