Daddy Pooped in the Bucket

Oldest and I took Little L outside this afternoon. She loves to get into or play with whatever her daddy has laying around. He has an old car jack that belonged to my dad, that finally gave out on him this past summer. L loves to stand on it and pretend she is a pirate and not any pirate, Captain Hook to be exact.

But today she got to nosing around a bucket that he uses to wash the vehicles with. It had water in it, very dirty, yucky, black water. Little L kept staring into the bucket like she was itching to stick her hands in it. She loves water. Oldest seen her and told her to stay out of it, that daddy pooped in the bucket. When she told her this, Little L looked up at us, and said “huh?” Oldest repeated. “Oh,” she said. “Da da pooped in the bucket.” “Yes, he did, now stay out of it, cause it is very icky.” I had to go with the story, since it was keeping her little hands out of the germy mess that was in the bucket.

Daddy came back into the garage where we were hanging out, and I had to tell him what Oldest told L. He, of course, denied it. But L kept saying over and over, “You pooped in the bucket.” Just like, sorry dude, sis told me the secret, so live with it. Oldest and I were laughing and agreeing with L. He saw that there was definitely no way out of this and so he finally agreed that he did the icky deed.

I am just glad Oldest said it was daddy and not me! 😉