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Was sitting on the toilet just now when I saw a mouse run down the hall. Will deal with this by keeping the toilet door closed in future.


A short lavatorial farce (in three acts)

Two Players: a parent, and child

Act I

First Player: “I intend to make use of the lav­atory. Dost thou wish to make use of same, afore?”

Second Player (off­stage): “No.”

Act II

(First Player embarks upon stated assignment.)

Act III

(Pause, suf­fi­cient for first Player to have gained admit­tance to lav­atory and made necessary pre­par­a­tions for stated assignment.)

(Pause, suf­fi­cient for first Player to have par­tially achieved stated assignment.)

(Pause. [Brief.])

Second Player (off­stage): “I need to do a poo!”

Curtain


My latest par­enting rev­el­ation is that you shouldn’t ask someone if they’ve wiped their bottom unless you’re pre­pared for an imme­diate, demon­strative browneye.


Thought I’d found a spare, unused nappy on the floor! Now imagine the most extreme pos­sible antonym for ‘unused’, and com­prehend my horror.



Managed to flick a vibrant yellow stripe of poo onto myself. Not my own, if that makes it any better.


Confirmed! Robot dancing to an incorrectly-sung version of Gary Numan’s ‘Cars’ is not amusing to child who is, at that moment, defecating.


It’s just gone 8.00am and I’ve already picked up one piece of human poo with my fingers.


Coroners must occa­sionally see things which test their pro­fes­sion­alism and make them feel ill.

Changing nappies is like that sometimes.


It’s amazing how quickly poo dis­in­teg­rates in bath water. Well, maybe it’s not that amazing.


I figure an ASS reader is some kind of special toilet paper with Braille let­tering on it. Either way, when I tried to install one on my com­puter, all I got was a bunch of errors and some nasty smears on my monitor.

(Design Encyclopedia, which ought to know better)


Thanks to the packet of liquorice bullets I just gobbled down, I now know how quickly I can sprint from my desk to the loo.