I apologize in advance if you think this post is too eschatological, but it has happened to me on more than one occasion, last time yesterday, and when you see that the scene is repeated one ends up thinking that "it is not possible that this just happen to me. "
I mean, as I say in the title, that awkward moment when you go home, you find a brown spot, more or less small, or more or less large, and you wonder if it's chocolate or poop. I'm sure it happened to you on occasion. The big question is: how do you act?
It is clean and ready
Depending on the age, the child may be asked if he has been eating chocolate and may answer "yes, I have taken a piece" or it is not necessary because the child does not arrive and you have not given him. Then it is clear. If the question does not make much sense, as is my case, that I have three of different ages and some come to chocolate, but the little one does not, it is only clean and ready, in plan "I do not know what it is, but I do not care , I clean it and I prefer to keep the unknown ", or try to find out.
Find out what it is, clean and ready
This is the other option. You see the stain, you wonder if it is chocolate or poop and how you can not stay with the doubt you approach slowly, sniffing waiting for a sweet aroma to reach your nostrils, leave doubts, clean and ready.
I can't do a reliable statistic, but I could say by eye that in 95% of the occasions what one sniffs is chocolate. You take a deep breath, a sigh that relieves the tension, you clean quickly and you will look for more spots and the child, in case he still has chocolate in his fingers.
The 5% of the remaining occasions are left with a "I feared it", the stain smells like poop, the tension increases, the stomach shrinks, you look for the child, you put a face of disgust thinking about the path that surely you get a pupa in the lip, you make sure to keep it from staining, you go for the cleaning pots, clean the stain thoroughly, rubbing even when there is no stain left (if you put clothes in the washing machine and put the long wash, after passing the tap and a little rubbing) and when you have finished sighing to relieve the accumulated tension.
If you want to tell it
I do not know if it will have happened to you, I think so, because if not mine is pathological. If so and you want to tell it, go ahead. It happened to me yesterday in a WC. On the side. It was so weird that it was poop that I said "it's chocolate, fixed". I approached, sniffed and no, it was poop.
And like that many, but the most "pupa on the lip" that I remember is when one of them came with the white spotted white shirt and we all said "Jolín! How has it got chocolate". We didn't pay much attention to him because we were at home and hey, then we changed it, so he had a good time with her. We all sat down to eat and we all began to smell an intoxicating aroma ... looks, elucubrations, "it seems to smell like poop." "Well, I do not know… ". In these I approach the boy and his shirt and ... well, you know the end.
