So, today....

Jack has been potty trained for ages now. We haven't had an accident in forever - in so long, in fact, that I rarely carry a second set of clothes or shoes for him.

You know where this is going, right? Yeah you do.

This morning things are hectic like usual. I somehow manage to get both kids fed, dressed, napped (Caroline), and out the door for our standing reservation at the daycare at the gym. I forgot my workout bag, but I keep a bathing suit, cap, and goggles in my locker, so it wasn't a complete loss ... I'd just swim.

We were a little early so I took the kids to the playground by the pool. Jack's favorite daycare girl saw us, so she grabbed some of the other kids and came out to play with us for awhile. I was chatting with her, watching Caroline try to stand up (!!!) ...


And Jack was running around with the other kids. Or so I thought.

I hear him yelling at me, from under the big slide, pointing at something. He's always showing me bugs, or leaves, or absolutely nothing at all, so I can't say I was super enthusiastic in my response. Finally he was persistent enough that I got up and walked over and found...

That he had peed his pants. And then, if that wasn't enough, he had pulled his soaking wet pants down and taken the world's largest dump under the slide. And was gleefully pointing at it.

What are we, animals?!?! Ugh!!! I was mortified. I didn't have spare clothes for him, so after I cleaned up his - ahem - mess, he had to spend the rest of their hour in daycare in a diaper that was two sizes too small. Not that that hampered his spirit in any way - when I came in to pick him up, he was standing in the middle of about 5 kids, on top of a plastic horse, screaming Fall Out Boy's new song "Know What You Did In The Dark" at the top of his lungs.

After that, I figured we should probably stay home for the rest of the day. Do you blame me???


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