Well, I can never say again that our floors have never been pooped on. Not that that was a particular point of pride for me or anything. I mean, I guess maybe it was a bit of an unspoken prideful thing. I never really used it as a selling point on the house or anything, though.
In the "in between" time of the kitchen timers, Henry was up playing with daddy while my back was turned. I didn't see his face or anything to be able to tell if he portrayed the tell tale pooping signals, but the next thing I heard was him whining and running to cuddle into daddy, very upset. Matt picked him right up and placed him on the potty and said, "that's ok, honey. It's ok." When I turned around, I saw two big logs on the floor and Henry boy was very upset. Was he upset because he pooped on the floor? I don't know. He's pooped outside of a diaper before and didn't get upset but we weren't potty training then. So who knows?
Anyway, mommy scooped up the poo and put it in the potty, making sure Henry saw. Then we carried it into the bathroom and dumped it in the big potty and let him flush it. Then washed his hands. So I've had that experience now. Interested to see how this day goes...
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