Are sometimes more than I can stand...see this cute little face? Yeah, that one. Remember those beautiful blue eyes as I tell this story...
I was sitting here at the computer as he walks by and I smell the distinct smell of poo. Yeah, repulsive stinch known by many different things, but we'll just call it "poo" to keep this G rated.
I asked him "Troy, did you poop your pants" he kept walking and told me "no". I said "Troy, I smell poop, what did you do". He was standing looking at me like a deer in the headlights with his little sweet innocent eyelashes batting at me. So, he turns to go back on his way into the bathroom and I see it...his hands are full of, well, poo. I guess he took it literally when he overheard Daddy tell Sissy "put want in one hand and poo in the other and see which one fills up first". Seriously. Gaggarific. I asked him WHAT happened, and he couldn't answer me. I mean, DUH MOM!!! Obviously he didn't make it to the potty and decided to bring it himself. So, he had an impromptu shower and scrub down. GROSS!
What possesses a 3 year old to do half the things they do I'll never know. He kept telling me "I'm so sorry Momma, I am so sorry". How can I be angry?
He was so funny earlier too..he told me "Momma, you're in a heap of trouble missy!".