Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Ice cream poop

I didn't take a picture.  Boo.  The other day we went to Jason's Deli for dinner.  (Kids eat free on Saturdays with each adult meal.)  Anyway, they have a soft serve ice cream machine where you can make your own ice cream cones.  I'm pretty sure this is the highlight of the meal for the kids.  We had the kids bring their cones in the car since they weren't done and we were ready to leave.  Two of them still had them by the time we got home.  I remember Sophie running in the door and yelling, "I have to go to the bathroom!" 

Cut to the next morning, I went in to use the bathroom and noticed brown sludge on the toilet.  I thought it was the traditional sludge that can oftentimes be found on the toilet seat whenever anyone but me uses it.  (I NEVER make a mess.  Right?)  I cleaned it up and noticed there were some other drips leading down the toilet and finally saw an ice cream code sitting on top of the toilet.  I guess Sophie put it down when she went to the bathroom the night before and forgot about it.  I'm glad she did, cause that's gross.  Toilet cone.  Ew.  I guess I need to talk to the kids about food in the bathroom.