After that sweet little tribute to Nathan, we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
K: Do you need to go potty?
K: Are you sure? (cause now it’s only a matter of time before he gets kicked out of school for not being potty trained)
K: “No,” you don’t need to go or “no,” you aren’t sure?
K: (saying words under my breath that would make a sailor blush) We’re going. Right now. To the potty.
K: (now dragging him through the house) Yes, you have to go to the potty.
E: I no go potty.
K: (now in the bathroom) Our bathroom did NOT smell like this growing up.
E: (clearly having a change of heart as evidenced by the tinkling in the toilet) I go potty, Mama.
K: (realizing that the smell isn’t going away despite wiping down the floor with Clorox wipes) Great. Why is your little potty here in the middle of the floor?
E: I go potty BEFORE, Mama. I pooped.
E: Dis morning.
K: 6 hours ago?
E: YEEEESSSS, MAMA. I go poop before.
K: (looking in the little potty and not seeing any poop) So where did it go?
E: Dare, Mama.
And oh, so slowly, I turned to find a large turd in the sink.
Wedged under the stopper.
Smelling faintly of Milk and Honey soap but mostly of crap.
Apparently he hadn’t gotten the memo that you dump the poop from the little toilet into the big toilet and THEN, and ONLY THEN, do you wash out the little potty.
I’m not sure which grossed me out more. The fact that there was crap in my sink for 6 hours or that I’m not quite sure at what part of the hand washing process the “poop debacle” occurred. There are pictures, but it would just be so wrong to post them.