Sorry, folks, but it was a long day and all I have are stories of little children.
Elijah had to go potty in the early a.m. He had flushed, but was taking his time coming out of the stall. I asked if he was alright, and he shuffled out, pants around his ankles and a concerned look on his face.
“I did someting bad.” (Please note that he said ‘someting’.)
“What?”
He pointed back to the floor of the stall, where a teeny-tiny dried up piece of poop lay – most likely expelled from his body sometime the previous day but trapped in his cheeks.
I showed him how to pick it up with a piece of toilet paper, flush, and we both went about our day as we should.
Have a poop-free Friday, y’all.
Brad says
Yet another reason I’m glad I work with older kids…
Kristi says
Another gem… nice.
Deborah says
Life skills…