I have something to get off my chest.
Or rather, I have something to scrape off the bottom of my shoe.
The other day I was rushing to a doctor’s appointment, holding one kid by the hand, pushchair in the other when… squelch.
I rolled into not one, not two, but FOUR steaming lumps of dog poo.
Fuming, and already late, I had no choice but to stop and clean off the mess.
As I scrubbed away furiously with baby wipes, it struck me. Why the hell was I doing somebody else’s dirty work?
I mean, what would happen if I threw a crappy nappy on the street? Better yet, what if I let my baby dump right onto the pavement and strolled on by?
What if a guerilla group of mums and dads emptied their babies nappies all over the city?
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Photo credit: Rick Cummings
