Although Andrew is pretty much potty trained, we still put him pull-ups if we know we're going to be out of the house for a long period of time. He has become an expert pisser (in more ways than one), but his pooping can be a hit or miss situation.
We were at a shopping mall when we saw Andrew brace himself against a pole. With his red face, clenched teeth, and primal grunting, it looked like he was pole dancing at a $1 strip joint.
Lisa checked his diaper, and it looked like the Sequoia National Park in there. Andrew wobbled to the car with Lisa so she could change his pants.
"Andrew," Lisa said. "You did a big poo-poo!"
"Yup," Andrew answered proudly.
"And it's really stinky too," said Lisa stating the obvious.
"I know," he agreed.
"The next time, you need to do your poo-poo in a toilet," Lisa explained.
And then Andrew stated matter of factly, "My stinky poo-poo? Yup, you like it. I know you like it."
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