I counted. If a kid poo once a day, he will poo 365 poos in a year. And they have to be at least four years old before they can learn to clean their own poo from their backside. This means, I have washed:
4 years x 365 = 1,460 poos per child
1,460 x 4 kids = 5,840 in total
But kids don’t learn to clean their butts by four years old. And I also have one kid whom I took care of for seven months. Plus some kids poo more than once a day. So, plus minus, I have washed at least 6,000 poos! Enam ribu. Six thousand. Lak cheng. Liuk chien. Luk cheen. That’s a lot. A mighty lot of shits I had dealt with. No wonder lah.
And no, this is not some deep-deep, chim-chim, double meaning post. So, all those who eat chilis, don’t feel hot. I am just ranting because I had just washed another poo.
Kid on the throne : Feeeeeneeeeessshhhh…
I went into the toilet to do what I have to do.
Take the bidet, wash.
Me : You want a bubble bath today?
He : Yes.
So, I took out the swimming pool, pour the bubble, turn on the tap.
Then, I carried him down from his cushioned throne seat into the swimming pool. (poor people like me don’t have bath tub, only fake plastic pool)
And he shouted : Mummy, you haven’t washed your hands. Don’t touch me lah, haiyor.
Me : Celaka. When I pour the bubble bath, I already washed lah.
He : Papa said must use dettol soap.
Me : If you are so scared of shits, then, don’t shit lor.