And this thread is proof that we don't grow out of such fascination, twiggy.
Though I did have a funny (to me) encounter at work today. Though I feel kind of bad for the other woman. I've been on antibiotics the past week and while I haven't had diarrhea, it's been close. And I'm afraid this morning at work my body decided it needed to um, evacuate rather urgently.
Thinking that I'd minimize the resulting odor, I took the stall at the end of the bathroom. Unfortunately, it just filled the entire room (to give an idea of the size, there's 4 normal sized stalls, a good sized handicap stall and a bank of 3 sinks). Once I was done, and no matter how much I flushed, there was a ring of bright yellow on the inside of the toilet. If I turned off the light, I have a feeling it might have glowed a bit.
Grateful that there was no one else in there at the time, I just got to the sink to wash my hands when the door opened.
I could see the look of horror that spread on the woman's face and she asked, "Oh Deity, did someone change a diaper in here?"
Just what I needed to hear, and like a coward, didn't say anything because I wasn't sure what to say.
And of course she picked the stall I used which she immediately came out of saying, "Sweet Baby Deity, it's radioactive
I fled with my paper towels to dry my hands on the way back to my desk.
So I apparently am having not just baby poop, but radioactive baby poop. Thank goodness tomorrow is the last day of the stuff.