I had a couple of pints at the pub on Sunday with the wife and my 1 year old son. Beautiful day, the pints are going down nicely, a lovely pub meal was had.
We got home and bathed the boy, he was having a lovely time splashing in the water, when suddenly, turbulance in the baby bath, a grimace of pleasure from the boy (he does seem to enjoy his bowel movements), and the sudden spawning of brown trout.
He was quickly plucked from the water, unfortunately too soon, the white fluffy innocent towel was the next target of his rather overly proficient digestive system. My wife and I are now quickly moving into a slightly alcohol addled autopilot of quick cleanup... 'grab the baby wipes!', while she cleans up the boy without thinking I reach into the bath and grab the offending floaters, to lob them down the toilet.
At this point sanity dawned...
I just picked up 2 brown trout... there was sweetcorn and peas....
The boy was cleaned up and taken from the room with my wife giggling inanely at the look of dawned horror on my face... I was left with the aftermath and will shortly be booking myself in for therapy...