It is no secret that Bubba won’t poop on the potty. Yesterday I thought we had a break through. Bubba announced that he had a “nasty poopy” and so I checked his drawers. No poopy.
Aha! Maybe he was letting me know he needed to go! His little dance seemed to affirm this deduction and so I got out the “Cushie Tushie”, he grabbed a Dora book, and he jumped up onto the potty.
I was on the phone making a hair appointment for him and Little.
I walked back to my calendar to write down said appointment.
I heard screams, “Oh No. Oh No.”
That boy got OFF THE POTTY and POOPED ON THE FLOOR!!!!!
He hates me.
I, on the other hand, love you guys. I did not take a picture for this blog post. *wink*