My sister encouraged me to post this story on the blog because although I want nothing more than to forget the experience, I will {hopefully} laugh about it later {and tell ALL of Cael's girlfriends}! I got off of work early yesterday and went to pick up the kids thinking it would be fun to go to McDonald's Play Land. Cael was so excited and kept referring to it as Old McDonalds - 'Mommy are we almost to Old McDonalds'! Once we arrived, Cael immediately started climbing the towers and going down the slide. He was having a blast and I finally decided to just let Aveyn crawl around on the floor {sanitary wipes are my friend}. There were a few other kids, but not too many, which was nice since my kids were by far the youngest and smallest. I was getting ready to take a picture of Aveyn when Cael came down the slide announcing that he had pooped. At first I didn't believe him and wasn't too concerned until he walked towards me and his pants were SOAKING wet. Cael started crying and to make matters worse, there was a little boy behind Cael on the slide who got off, walked up to his Mom and said 'eww, gross, it's all wet' {his mom was at the base of the slide so she could watch him}. At this point, I was embarrassed and trying really hard not to panic. I calmly told Cael that we would have to go home and he started throwing a fit. The other parents were giving me looks of sympathy as I gathered our things and started to herd Cael towards the bathroom. I pulled down his pants and there was poop EVERYWHERE; he had it on his legs, on his pants, all over his underwear and on his feet. You can imagine that at this point I am pretty upset. I wasn't sure what to do with Aveyn since I knew I was going to need both hands, but thank goodness there was a little chair attached to the wall that I was able to put her in. I threw away his underwear and his pants and as I am cleaning him up the mother and son enter the bathroom. Here is a summary of their conversation:
Mom - 'Wash your hands really well honey, in fact, wash them twice'
Son - 'Okay, ugh Mom, it smells so bad'
Mom - 'Are you sure you didn't get it anywhere else?' 'We should probably go home so you can change'
Son - 'Nooo, we don't have to go home, I only got it on my hands, I promise'
Mom - 'It smells AWFUL' {groaning} 'Let's eat dinner out in the dining room' - originally they were going to eat dinner in the play area.
I am pretty sure I could not feel worse until a piece of poop drops to the floor and Cael proceeds to make a huge deal about the fact that there is poop on the floor {he is almost hysterical about it}. The mother and son exit the bathroom quietly, neither saying another word. At this point, Cael has no pants and no underwear and although I do not want him walking through McDonalds with his bare bottom hanging out, I don't know what other options I have. We wash our hands and as I am getting ready to open the door {secretly wanting to disappear}, it occurs to me that I can put my hoodie on him, which will cover his 'parts' so that we can leave {and spare me the embarrassment of parading my son half naked through the dining room and out the door to freedom}. As we exit the bathroom I immediately make eye contact with the father and he smiles as if to say 'sucks to be you, but we have all been there' - keeping in mind that their kids are quite a bit older - around 7 and 9. All I want to do is make a beeline for the door, but I walk over to their table and start apologizing profusely stating that it has been so long since he has had an accident and that I hope I didn't ruin their evening. The mother was very understanding and sweet about the whole thing wishing me a better evening and reassuring me that it wasn't a big deal and not to worry {um, sure}. I thank her, tell her I will try to have a better evening once I get over my humiliation and leave with a screaming Cael at my heels {he really didn't want to go home and wanted to continue to play - HA, NOT ON YOUR LIFE}. So, if there is anyone out there who wonders why parents choose to drink - now you know. After telling the story to my sister, a glass of wine and a solemn promise to never return to that McDonalds again, I am feeling much better.
