My darling bambino had her first tub poo this morning. If you have children, I'm sure you know what I'm referring to. It took nearly a year...I was beginning to think that my astoundingly intellectual child was going to skip the tub poo phase altogether. I dreaded the day of finding that first floating [insert your favorite kiddie word for poo here]. But alas. Today was the day. The bath was finished. The tub was drained. I turned my back for a minute to throw my hair into a ponytail (multi-tasking is my middle name). Looking back, I remember the little grunts but I must have mistaken them for the effort it takes her to bend over with her chubby little pot belly as she grabs a toy. When I turned back to snatch her out of the tub, the sight that met me was horrifying. Not only was the poo there, but tiny tot was tenatively beginning to play with it. Oh, the horror! The disgust! How I gagged as I grabbed her and began scrubbing her little hands to rid them of any traces of that disgraceful...poo. She looked at me in bewilderment as I tried to keep my breakfast down. After all, mama...it's just poo. And look at how squishy it is!So, as it turns out, my child is not above tub poo. The dreaded day has arrived. And from here on out, I am forced to keep my eyes peeled for any signs of unexpected visitors. Sigh.You just gotta love being a mom.