He tried. Really, he tried. But he thought he could do the poop thing the way he does the pee thing.
Standing up. Only, y'know, facing in the other direction.
And, as I've said before, he likes his privacy. So I didn't know. I swear to God, I didn't know he was gonna try this.
Then he yelled, "Mama!!!! POOPY!!!! Mama!!!!!"
Now, to give him credit, half did get into the toilet (and boy howdy, the size of that thing!) and half was on the floor at the foot of the toilet, after having slid down the front of the toilet leaving a trail behind.
There was poop on his butt, on his legs, on his feet, on his shorts, his Nemo underpants, his suspenders, his hands, his tummy, his penis, the sink, the towel, and the wall. Thank goodness he'd taken off his shoes and socks when we got home.
I used wipes and more wipes and more wipes. And then the toilet overflowed.
Hey, I told you, it was BIG.
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5 years ago