We had 2 of the grandkids (7 yo girl & 8 yo boy) for a sleepover on Sat night. It was a beautiful day, we spent a couple of hours at a local lake then came home and had supper. The weather started to turn, so I decided to take the dogs for a walk - one at a time. My dogs are big - 90 & 115 lbs. So unless we’re out hiking and they’re off leash, I don’t normally walk them at the same time. So I took out Romeo first and the kids wanted to come with too. (Back story - Romeo has been sick for a few days (diarrhea and vomiting.) We get back to the house and as I suspected, the kids were done with walking so they stayed home with grandpa and Romeo. I leashed up Luca and headed out. When I returned, grandpa otherwise known as my husband came storming out of the house as though he had just been through a major disaster. Here’s what happened in the 20 minutes I was gone:
The teeny little girl, who at the age of 7 still wears size 4 pants, plugged the toilet with a giant turd she flushed down earlier in the day. The plugging and overflowing occurred when her brother attempted to flush his poop that, I was told, was a brilliant shade of green (more than likely caused by eating a thousand pieces of Starburst candy).
As grandpa was trying to plunge the toilet, the kids yelled, “grandpa, Romeo is gagging!” He ran to get the dog out of the house before he puked all over the floor. He was unsuccessful.
He told the kids to stay away from the puke. They, of course, were curious and had to see what happened. The little girl took one look at the dog puke and threw up all over the kitchen floor (hamburger and chocolate ice cream - in case you were wondering).
Luckily, some of the mess was left for me to clean up.
My husband said to me after all was said and done, “I don’t want to be left alone with kids ever again.”
