And Mr. Bowels of Steel just erupted. All across my carpet, him and his clothes, the bathroom floor, the toilet, etc. And he was even wearing a pull-up. A complete disaster. (He had diarrhea once already this morning and made it to the potty without incident…so I was not expecting this.)
Of course he doesn’t like having poop all over him so I ask “Wouldn’t it be easier and cleaner to just poop in the potty like a big boy so we didn’t have to do this?”
“BUT I DON’T LIKE POOPING IN THE POTTY.”
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Now if you’ll excuse me, he needs a bath and I need to sanitize the bathroom and clean the carpets.
Why why WHY, don’t you like pooping in the potty? Sure wish the mystery would surface. Hang in there mom, this too shall pass. And remember–“SHIT HAPPENS.”