Nope. Today, not quite nine months old. In the babysitter's living room. In. My. Lap.
Dog shit I had tracked in on my shoe. Yup. WWM*, here I come.
After you recover from retching, allow me to say this: Babies are not right, sometimes. I was muttering and gagging while running around the house with her in my arms. Natalie was smiling and chewing away, getting hysterical only when I fished the crap out of her mouth and kept reaching in to get every last bit. The kid LIKED the turd.
So now that I have completely grossed you out, I will ask of you two favors:
1) Is there anything we should DO about this? Call the doctor? Feed her ipecac? Get her wormed?
2) Please share any of your own stories of children** eating horrid things so I don't feel so bad!
*World's Worst Mother
**You as a child, your own kid, that annoying neighbor kid down the street, whoever.