"Mom, I pooped in my pull up.".
"It was an accident"
I roll over to look at her standing in front of me with the strangest expression. It was not one of fear or frustration, but one of matter-of-fact. "I did it. It's done. What's next."
She then states, "There's poop in my bed." So, that leads me to believe that she likely touched this poop and now she's twirling her hair.
"Did you touch the poop?"
"Ya."
Out of bed...here we go...let's have a looksey.
Oh, man...there's a pile of poop in the middle of the bed. A skid coming off the bed, a few "wipe marks" on the comforter, and a poopy hand...still twirling hair.
Forget that we had a bath last night...we're having another, princess poopy-pants...get in the bathroom.
1. Don't buy Target pull-ups. Ya, they're cheaper, but if your kiddo should poop in them, the poop spills! out.
2. Get rid of the diaper pail that smells like death...worse than death. It needs to go. And, it may be extra incentive to never "accidentally" poop in your pull up some morning when you should wake up and tell mom, but it seems easier to poop in your pants. It's early on in potty training and you know Mom will chalk it up to an accident. Diaper pail = trash. Gone.
3. Who am I kidding. Those sheets had to be changed anyways...it was an incentive program to do it. Thanks, Jorey.
There were more fun events from the weekend, but I'm busy laundering. I'll post on those little deets later on. In parting, I say this to you...Don't let your kids save their good stuff for when dad leaves on a hunting trip and you're left alone to suffer!
I love that you marked up the photo where the pile and skid mark are located. Too funny!
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