Poor Miss Kitty

Crap. It's here. Literally, the crap is here. My little Mina has a touch of this stomach yak that has been going around. Thankfully, the key word here is "touch." It is not near as violent as some I've heard about, read about and even had to deal with in the past. Just some very frequent and rushed trips to the John, not to mention a very sore coolie.

It all started when Mina began complaining that her belly hurt, that is never good news. I wasn't sure what the deal was or what exactly to do for her so I continued my trek to the supermarket. Not long after being there, she makes the announcement that she needs to go to the bathroom. (there was urgency in her voice) I race her in and toss her on the bowl, after a quick visual. I swear the child exploded. What was released was horrific and the force in which it exited was un-freakin-believable. I think I saw her raise right off the seat. I now knew what was causing the belly situation. Someone obviously planted little sticks of dynamite in her when nobody was looking. The rush was on. I had to get home and I had to do it fast.

Now home, I feel a little better, the bathrooms are close at hand and she can get there by herself. The afternoon goes on, and just before dinner I'm informed that she now has on plain white panties. (not that I had the first clue what she had on before that) I asked her why and she made the great declaration that she farted on Miss Kitty. Apparently, she was having some difficulty determining what was going to be just air and what wasn't. So, she actually sharted on Miss Kitty. I assured her that is was alright and that Miss Kitty would forgive her. She asked if it happened to me, I said "me baby, not so much but your Daddy is a completely different story." Your brother, I swear, I believe he thinks everything he expels is going to be air, ugh! She felt better that she was not alone. I naturally had to do a double doody check, and it all checked out.

Lets hope it stops there. I'm not holding my breath. Actually, as I sit here pecking this out I'm feeling a bit on the queasy side, and my stomach is making some ungodly noises. Crap!


"How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on"

-Unknown