My son is five years old. He’s been potty trained for 2 years now, he trained early and easily and I stopped worrying about his toilet habits long ago. But that’s just how they get you right where they want you. Lulled into complacency, confident in their abilities, they throw you a curve ball.Apparently this afternoon Nick was too busy to stop playing in the sprinklers long enough to use the restroom. I found this out when I heard him slam the back door and sprint through the kitchen into the bathroom. As he ran he was chanting, “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh”, which never means good things.
I found him in the bathroom dumping poop out of his underwear into the potty. On the floor next to him was a turd. Behind me, another one that I’d just missed stepping in. And a trail of them leading all the way out the back door.
I couldn’t be upset with him, because I know there’s a terrific Hansel and Gretel joke in here somewhere. And I’m sure I’ll find it before his date for the prom.
Nuggets implies eating, how about jewels instead? Your posts are so entertaining and as your title suggests… truthful!
Poop? Been there, cleaned that.
Thanks for providing everyday laughter and honest to goodness Mom adventures.