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Who’s poop is it?

Wise Guy

Wise Guy

Yesterday Henry called out from the play room, “POOP!” He said it wasn’t his, but that doesn’t mean anything. He’s not above lying. So, we had to decipher was it human poop or dog poop. There’s been a rash of poops on the floor lately – a most disturbing trend that we can’t seem to stop. The shape, size and temperature of this dung led us to believe that Henry was, in fact, telling the truth. He usually likes to do it in his pants anyway. What a relief, right? When someone says to me, “Cherish every moment” I just want to snap back at them, “Not EVERY moment.” AmIright? I mean, stepping on poop in your bare feet is a moment that I’d sooner forget than hold on to fondly. Seriously, people who say that must have had a nanny.

Before going to the park

IMG_1265We were going to ride bikes on the belt line (woo hoo!  love the Atlanta belt line) and then play in Piedmont Park.  Henry was in the car, strapped into his seat.  Carter brought his bike around and ran up the front stoop.  He turned to me and said, “There’s my bike.  I’m going to go get some extra underpants in case I poop my pants.”

So, first I laughed because that is hilarious.  I’m totally going to use that line next time Craig and I have date night.  Craig will be walking to the car in his stylish blazer and I will holler out, “just going in to get my back up panties in case I poop myself.” Sadly, one day, I imagine I will use that line without irony.

I was amused, but confused by Carter saying this.  Was he planning some awful surprise for me?  Should I acknowledge his preparation skills?  He is always leaving books and hats that he brings to school.  He’s showing some real maturity here, planning ahead.  I’d hate to ignore that.  Ya know, positive reinforcement and all.  No, I must let him know that pooping your pants is not an option.   He is 4 1/2 and has been potty trained for 2 years.  He has never pooped his pants.  Not since that one time when he was still fighting potty training (OMG, I will have to do a series of posts on my nightmare experience).  So, what the hell was he talking about?  If he has the fore thought to bring a back up pair of underoos, then he can manage to hold it until we get to a potty.

I said, “Why would you poop your pants?  Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

Carter, “No.”

Me, “Let’s go to the bathroom now.”

Carter, “Ok.”

I put his bike in the car and turned around.  He had pulled his pants down to his ankles and his naked behind was facing the street as he tried pushing the front door open. He finally got in and well, you can figure out the rest.  Here are some pics from our outing. Read more…