Little Nephew’s Bathtime Accident

DownUp (+1 rating, 1 votes)

Im a girl with a brother about 18 years older than me. (I was a surprise baby!) Bro and his wife have a darling little boy who I love dearly. I was 10 when he was born. Since it was during the summer and they live nearby, I was able to go to their house every day and help my sister-in-law. At first, I was just doing housework so she could rest. Later I would feed little Donald his bottle and learn to change diapers. As Donald grew, I learned how to spoil him. 😉

So one weekend, my brother and sister-in-law, and my parents were going out of town for some family thing. I was going to stay with Donald. I was 16 then and he was 6. We were both looking forward to a fun weekend together.

On Saturday, we went to the zoo along with Shelly, a little girl from next door who Donald played with. Shellys older brother Mike drove and went with us. Hes a year older than me and a good looker, but thats another story. The kids were cute together. They walked together holding hands. It was a fun time, but it was also very hot. Mike and me tried to keep the kids hydrated and out of the sun as much as we could, but when we left the little ones were quite tired.

But not tired enough not to go to the Dog House, a local hot dog place. The kids enjoyed their dinner, but after that they had reached their limit. Shelly slept on the way home. Donald was awake, but just barely. When we got to his house, Donald wanted to go to bed. But I told him he had to take a bath first since he was all sweaty and dirty. I ran the bath and left him. I kept the door open so I can hear him and check on him making sure he did not fall asleep in the tub.

After a while, I heard Donald crying. I go into the bathroom and see him standing naked in the tub with tears from his eyes. I asked what was wrong, and he pointed to the tub. There was a turd in the water!

I picked up Donald and began to dry him off. He was very upset, so I was not going to yell at him or anything. I just said it was an accident and I know he didnt do that on purpose. He stopped crying and I wrapped him in the towel bringing him into his bedroom. I got him into his pjs, had him brush his teeth, and then put him to bed. Donald fell asleep quikly.

Now the worst part. I had to clean the bathtub. OK, I said to myself, youve changed his diapers when he was a baby. This is no worse. I got a pair of rubber gloves, let out the water, then used a paper towel to pick up the turd. I then used bleach and disinfectant to clean the tub. The turd went into the toilet. The paper towel, rubber gloves, and sponge went into a plastic bag which I put out in the garbage.

Donald was better the next day. I didnt tell anyone about the accident. It was our little secret.