As most parents I love to make my daughter laugh. Hearing her laughter is the cure for any negative feelings you may be having.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
Luckily she has one of the best belly laughing cackles in existence. Also like most parents I love to pretend to eat her belly. She automatically becomes ticklish everywhere when this happens.
So a couple of weeks ago she wakes up from her nap. She is just chatting to her self and in an obvious good mood. So I crack open the door and she pulls her self up to look at me. I start wiggling my fingers at her as I creep across the floor. By this point she has already started waving her arms like she is directing an airliner that just landed.
She starts laughing more as I get closer and finally start to tickle her. She starts cackling so I pick her up and munch on her belly. She is cracking up more and more so I just keep munching around her side and her back. We are having a wonderful time when I notice her pajamas are damp.
I sniff her thinking maybe she had leaked some pee. NO, I thought to myself. I gently set my laughing baby back in her crib and walked across the hall into the bathroom to see I had poo all over my face. Yep, a face full of poo, I couldn’t see it in her room because the light was still out. In between uncontrollable gagging I found my happy place long enough to clean myself up and change her diaper blow out.
I still don’t know if she was laughing because I was tickling her, or because she knew I was rubbing my face in her poo…