"Ew"

I was sound asleep.  I remember feeling warm and comfortable under my feather duvet. Unconscious. It was nice.

Then, I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and I heard my daughter, in her little girl voice, say, "Ew." Before I even opened my eyes, I knew that "Ew" could only mean one thing: she made a messy caca in her pullup.

What time is it?  I squinted to see my clock.  5am.  I forced myself awake.

"Come on, Audrey, let's go to the bathroom."

She had not-so-neatly already removed her pullup there.  It was on the floor, along with the fluffy pink tutu that I had brought back for her from France last summer, now soiled, along with the soiled bath mat, footsie pajamas, tile floor and the toilet.  It was going to be a big cleanup.  Why must she always insist on sleeping in that tutu?...

:-(