Every mother is thrilled to leave behind the messy, stinky days of diapers and have the musical lilt of “I have to go potty” fill their ears. However, the trail to having a dry and clean child is filled with pot holes—and not just little ones!
While picking up Lilly’s 2 year old pictures, it happened, the stench could mean one thing, and a quick check would confirm, “we” had had an accident. Great. So, we calmly remove ourselves from the studio and proceed to walk through J.C. Penney’s and head up the escalator. Travis leaves with the boys (he had the last clean up) and Lilly and I waddle to the bathroom…which conveniently has a sign stating “CLOSED: Bathroom being cleaned.” After an eternity we were granted admittance and shuffled down to the handi-cap stall where I discovered that the poop was gone. Yup, it was gone, not in the underwear, not in the pants, not in the boots, just plain gone. Well, we cleaned up and headed back out, paper towel in hand, following our incoming tracks. And sure enough there it was laying nearly blended into the old, stained carpet. Thus, we scooped it up and disposed of it properly and headed out to the waiting boys to tell our tale of adventure and woe.
All that said, if you ever accidentally step in poop inside a store (where poop should not be on the floor), there is a perfectly reasonable explanation of a 2 year old, three weeks into potty training.
While picking up Lilly’s 2 year old pictures, it happened, the stench could mean one thing, and a quick check would confirm, “we” had had an accident. Great. So, we calmly remove ourselves from the studio and proceed to walk through J.C. Penney’s and head up the escalator. Travis leaves with the boys (he had the last clean up) and Lilly and I waddle to the bathroom…which conveniently has a sign stating “CLOSED: Bathroom being cleaned.” After an eternity we were granted admittance and shuffled down to the handi-cap stall where I discovered that the poop was gone. Yup, it was gone, not in the underwear, not in the pants, not in the boots, just plain gone. Well, we cleaned up and headed back out, paper towel in hand, following our incoming tracks. And sure enough there it was laying nearly blended into the old, stained carpet. Thus, we scooped it up and disposed of it properly and headed out to the waiting boys to tell our tale of adventure and woe.
All that said, if you ever accidentally step in poop inside a store (where poop should not be on the floor), there is a perfectly reasonable explanation of a 2 year old, three weeks into potty training.
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