I smell poo everywhere.
Poo is a big part of my life these days (not my own). Sam’s mum and I talk about little else:
“Did he poo this morning?”
“How little’s little?”
“Cadbury’s Creme Egg sized.”
“OK. What color?”
“Dark brown or sandy?”
You get the idea.
I’m constantly sniffing the air to see if a nappy needs changing or (God forbid) a leakage has occurred. They say that Queen thinks the world smells of fresh paint, which must be awful. Wet paint gives me a headache. For me, I’m sure the entire world smells of poo.
I have poo tinnitus.
I’m not sure if ‘poo tinnitus’ is a ‘thing’, but if it’s not it should be!
Fatherhood is a strange thing, it really is. From poo tinnitus (I do smell it everywhere) to picking my son’s nose, it’s all a bit weird to me.
Take a look at my guide to things I didn’t expect about becoming a father, in the link above.