A Terrible Two, Who Knew?

The Big One never really went through the “Terrible Twos.” She instead waited until she turned three to become a terror. The Little One, on the other hand, has determined that being two means being a huge pain in the posterior end.

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The Little One is sassy. She pushes buttons and she still gets into everything.

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The Big One pooped this morning and needed help wiping her butt. Oh the joys! She’s had some regularity issues and prior to yesterday  had not gone in nine days.  So I didn’t mind helping. It was reassuring to me that maybe she is back on track, so to speak.

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So I grabbed the flushable wipes and did what needed to be done. I then noticed red all over the wipes.  Since she had been having poop issues, I was worried that it was blood. (TMI, I know! She will love me when she is 16!)

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So I checked her out and she looked fine. I was perplexed as to where the red color came from. Well, I had used the last wipe, so I opened the container to re-fill it with wipes and found my answer.

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The Little One, who is a pack rat in training, decided that the wipes box was apparently a good place to store a whole handful of colored Goldfish crackers.  I kid you not. The wipes container was full of smooshed, soggy and gross colored Goldfish… thus explaining why the wipes were red.

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Honestly, who does stuff like that? Oh yeah, my two-year-old.