We live in a high rise apartment and have to walk down the hall to the elevator to go out. Pierce typically does his regular dirty diaper duties sometime before we head out each morning. I wrap it in a plastic grocery bag and set it outside the door to throw down the trash shoot on our way to the elevator.
Kids fight, I know this. They fight over toys, books, crayons, poop. . .
What? Wait. Did I just say poop?
Both my kids want to hold the plastic dirty diaper bag on our way to the trash shoot and both kids want to throw it down. This is a bag of poop they are crying over.
The fighting became regular, and therefore I came up with a genius solution. I put another random trash item into a second plastic bag so each child could carry their own.
Problem solved. Mom of the year award goes to me.
New problem: both kids want the bag of poop, not the bag of non smelly trash item.