Toliet Fishing

I have sunk to a personal all-time low. I recently toilet fished in the worst possible conditions.

Bella dropped a plastic doll comb in a bowl-full of upset stomach and before I even had the time to contemplate the repercussions, I went a fishin'.

I remember a time in the not too distant past, when I was grossed out watching mothers spit-wash their kids. Now, I not only spit-wash my kids but I also pick up half-chewed food, wipe snotty noses, sometimes even pick boogies out of snotty noses...and now apparently, I also fish toys out of piles of bile.

Where have my standards gone?!? My best guess is down the drain.