Poop

With a title like Poop, this post could go so many different directions...

Luckily for me, this is a good poop story.

I am pretty confident that most moms of a nineteen month old don't have many fun poop stories, so that makes this that much more fun to share.

Today we went to the zoo (more on that later), and when we got home Barrett was exhausted. He went straight to bed and took a nice, fairly long nap.

When he got up, we changed his diaper like usual and headed into the living room to watch a little Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

We had watched about half of the Goofy's Petting Zoo episode that we have seen a gazillion times, when he looked at me and said, "poop."

This isn't unusual, so I said, "You have poop?"

"No," was his reply.

I just figured he was talking randomly until he got off the couch and again said, "Poop."

I asked if he was going to poop, and he did his "come on" thing he does with his arm.

I got up and followed him. He went staight to his bathroom.

He stood in front of the potty like Daddy does, and was pulling his pants down.

He again said, "poop."

So, I took off his diaper and put him on the potty.

He made his unmistakable poop face, and to my amazement, I heard a plop.

Yes, be jealous, my kid pooped in the potty with absolutely no prompting from me. I actually almost hindered him!

He even wanted to go again tonight, so Daddy ran him into the bathroom. He sat on the potty trying to go, but he couldn't. Doug said he could see his little tummy muscles trying to go. So, Doug asked if he was done, and Barrett said, "done."

Being the great Daddy he is, Doug clapped for him and still let him flush.

I know this can't be this simple, and I know we are way away from being potty trained, but it is still fun to say my little guy pooped in the potty!