Jett wasn’t obeying me after lunch today and as a result he landed himself in time out. I got busy doing other things and forgot to tell him he could come out.
When I remembered him, I started walking back to his room to get him. And that’s when I smelled poop. Oh great, another “accident” in his training pants. Wait, do you even get to call it an accident when he’s never been trained in the first place? I think it should be called a “bowel movement” at this point and not an “accident”.
Anyway, I started getting mad until I turned the corner to ask him about the smell and I saw this:
Sound asleep on the floor with a sticker over his eye and a load in his training pants. Are those song lyrics? They should be.
By the way, it ain’t easy cleaning up a mess like that with a half-sleeping kid.
Yes, we’ve begun potty training again, with no success. Zero.
Why do I even try? What should I do? Am I a glutton for punishment?
No pun intended, right?
“slipping through the cracks”
ok, that’s hilarious! no, it didn’t occur to me, but i wish it had. :)
At least it didn’t slip out onto the carpet!
Emily’s comment “cracked” me up!
“Sound asleep on the floor with a sticker over his eye and a load in his training pants.”
I think those actually are Merle Haggard song lyrics. And Jessie, as a Mandatory Reporter, if you continue to force your children to poop their pants I will have to give DHS a call…
Ha ha ha… yeah, I’m the worst! You’d think shorty would get tired of it, too, but it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest! I mean, I don’t know how many more months of this I can take. And I can’t wait until you have kids, Travis.