Just when I think things are going smoothly there is something else. Yesterday we are rushing to get dressed before the bus. I'm sitting on the couch making sure Blake has his shirt on right, pants buttoned the normal drill. I lift his shirt and to my amazement his bellybutton is brown. It reminded me of when the cord comes off a newborn. I had a what the??? moment. I know he's been bathing. In fact he spends too much time in the tub with all his toys. How is this possible that he could have so much crud in his button area???? The terrible parent feeling emerges. There is no time to deal. Bus will be here in three minutes so I send him on out with the promise he is going to scrub his bellybutton when he gets home.
All day long I'm wondering how this could have happened. I even considered googling how to remove dirty crust from little boy's belly button. I never actually did with fear that someone would run across my search history.
Afternoon arrives and we are busy getting ready for scout meeting. Once we finally are settling in at home for bath time I decide that I'm going to use alcohol to swab it first. To my amazement the swab starts turning purple. Another what the moment. At this point Blake starts giggle. I keep swabbing and the "crust" is easily coming off making the swab even more purple. My son finally tells me that it is marker. Relief floods me. He wasn't so dirty that he crusted over. I wasn't a horrible mother who didn't realize her son was filthy. Nothing to be guilty over. I was so elated I could have cared less that he used a marker to color his belly button.
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