What is it about the poop

that makes it more enticing than an entire roomful of toys strewn across the floor?

We came home from a long afternoon of errands. I put River on the potty, he pooped, I was proud of him. After getting him back in a diaper and his clothing, I left the room for 2-3 minutes. I returned as soon as I heard what sounded like the potty being dragged against the floor.

He had pulled the wipe out of the potty, as well as a bit of the poop. He had poop on both of his hands and was clearly entranced by the small piece on the floor. A bevy of colorful toys surrounded him, but the poop was far more interesting. I’m afraid I don’t understand what the attraction is.

Disgustingus Maximus Repeat

It happened again, but this time I was the lucky one to be able to walk into River’s bedroom and find him smeared in poop. I just remember seeing brown, lots of brown, and his clean, innocent face looking up at me with a smile, and then falling into disappointment as he saw my shock and I left to get Mark’s help.

I guess it was better this time than last because the poop was only smeared from his thighs to his feet. It was still nasty though. I picked him up and stuck him right in the bathtub. The water quickly filled with small, dark floating particles. I pulled off his shirt and used that to wipe his legs. Mark took care of the sheet and the bed.

We were negligent. We forgot to put on pajamas. Hopefully this is the last reminder we’ll need.