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Ok, /this/ desrvesan update.
The introductory note should be made that I've been watching my two 5-year-old half siblings all week.
It should also be noted that I've dealt with a lot of shit in my life. Literally. I'm the oldest of three siblings close-ish to my own age, and then the twins were born when I was 18. I also had a job for a long while cleaning out cat runs in a research colony... but this...
So... let's start the story with the fact that last sunday while we were out playing in the woods, Aaron pooped in his pants. To me, this seems like it would be much harder and more uncomfortable than peeing your pants, but he's a weird kid. Add to the story that Aaron has had a significant problem all week. He doesn't wipe his butt when he poops. So every night his underwear are gross and his rear needs scrubbing before I even risk putting him in the bath. It also means he stinks all day, so I've been trying to remind him as often as possible to check if he needs to use the bathroom. It hasn't helped.
Anyway... after dinner he got too cold playing outside and in the process of finding him shoes and a sweater, I realized that he stunk. So I hauled him into the bathroom and helped him clean up some.
So, I let them out, leave the door open, and go to sit and sew the bias tape I got onto Benkei. (I think I'll be taking it off and doing a partial lining... it'll be faster... >_>) Anyway, 15 minutes later or so, Mira comes in and says that Aaron is throwing poop down the stairs. I knew she meant the stairs up to the upper-level units next door, but I was mystified 'throwing poop'? Did one of the dogs or cats leave a mess that he got ahold of? Was it just something he was pretending was poop? (he's a bit fixated on the topic as many young boys are)
So... she takes me outside and indeed, it is a pile of poop. Ok, still no source.
I hunt Aaron down and take him away from playing with the other boys in a massive sword battle. His hands are filthy, and it's clearly feces-colored. Ok, great, so he really threw it.
I disarm him and haul him back the length of the community to the house. We wash his hands. All this time he's evasive and tight-lipped about where he got the poop. So I have to check the worst possible... sure enough, there's a nice big poop stain coming out of his pants and trailing an inch or two up his back. Fuck.
So I hauled him downstairs where there used to be baby wipes. All out. I wipe him down anyway, berating him about how dangerous and unhealthy what he did is and tell him that he can't go back outside to play. He bursts into teast, but seems to get the message. I get him into a bath (which Mira refuses to share)... and go clean up his mess. Like dog droppings: with a couple of plastic bags.
I'm speechless. I really can't believe that he would do something like that. Thank god Mira told me. I mean... I assumed that there was a natural revulsion linked to having your pants filled with poop. And even if there wasn't, I assumed there'd be a natural aversion to sticking your hand down your own pants, pulling said poop out in a lump and throwing it at your sister.
I just... *gags* Ugh.
Long story short, I love the twins, I /do/. But I really think it's good I only have tomorrow left, because I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. Leave it to their actual parents, who probably won't notice, and almost certainly won't care. This should /not/ be my problem.
It should also be noted that I've dealt with a lot of shit in my life. Literally. I'm the oldest of three siblings close-ish to my own age, and then the twins were born when I was 18. I also had a job for a long while cleaning out cat runs in a research colony... but this...
So... let's start the story with the fact that last sunday while we were out playing in the woods, Aaron pooped in his pants. To me, this seems like it would be much harder and more uncomfortable than peeing your pants, but he's a weird kid. Add to the story that Aaron has had a significant problem all week. He doesn't wipe his butt when he poops. So every night his underwear are gross and his rear needs scrubbing before I even risk putting him in the bath. It also means he stinks all day, so I've been trying to remind him as often as possible to check if he needs to use the bathroom. It hasn't helped.
Anyway... after dinner he got too cold playing outside and in the process of finding him shoes and a sweater, I realized that he stunk. So I hauled him into the bathroom and helped him clean up some.
So, I let them out, leave the door open, and go to sit and sew the bias tape I got onto Benkei. (I think I'll be taking it off and doing a partial lining... it'll be faster... >_>) Anyway, 15 minutes later or so, Mira comes in and says that Aaron is throwing poop down the stairs. I knew she meant the stairs up to the upper-level units next door, but I was mystified 'throwing poop'? Did one of the dogs or cats leave a mess that he got ahold of? Was it just something he was pretending was poop? (he's a bit fixated on the topic as many young boys are)
So... she takes me outside and indeed, it is a pile of poop. Ok, still no source.
I hunt Aaron down and take him away from playing with the other boys in a massive sword battle. His hands are filthy, and it's clearly feces-colored. Ok, great, so he really threw it.
I disarm him and haul him back the length of the community to the house. We wash his hands. All this time he's evasive and tight-lipped about where he got the poop. So I have to check the worst possible... sure enough, there's a nice big poop stain coming out of his pants and trailing an inch or two up his back. Fuck.
So I hauled him downstairs where there used to be baby wipes. All out. I wipe him down anyway, berating him about how dangerous and unhealthy what he did is and tell him that he can't go back outside to play. He bursts into teast, but seems to get the message. I get him into a bath (which Mira refuses to share)... and go clean up his mess. Like dog droppings: with a couple of plastic bags.
I'm speechless. I really can't believe that he would do something like that. Thank god Mira told me. I mean... I assumed that there was a natural revulsion linked to having your pants filled with poop. And even if there wasn't, I assumed there'd be a natural aversion to sticking your hand down your own pants, pulling said poop out in a lump and throwing it at your sister.
I just... *gags* Ugh.
Long story short, I love the twins, I /do/. But I really think it's good I only have tomorrow left, because I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. Leave it to their actual parents, who probably won't notice, and almost certainly won't care. This should /not/ be my problem.