Floaters in the Tub

Elijah pooped in the tub the other day. I should have seen it coming, but since he's been potty trained for about a year, I had let my guard down. I'm still not sure why he did it. Maybe the relaxing warm water, maybe the beans he had for dinner, maybe it was just time and he didn't want to move... Whatever the reason, there we were with a floater. I yanked him up out of the water as quickly as I could and plopped him on the potty to finish his business. He looked over at the floater in the tub, and then looked at me. "Get it out," he stated. "No," I said, "You did it, you're going to have to get it out." He looked up at me in surprise. "I can't," he said, "I will get my hands dirty!"

Needless to say, I did the deed, but I told Elijah that if he did it ever again he was getting his own hands dirty.

I didn't really mean it, but I hoped that the threat would keep him from a repeat offense.

So, I just walked into the bathroom because I got the yell - "Mom! I'm done!!" I found Elijah sitting on the pot, hiding his face in his hands. All around him were brown streaks. Everywhere. On the floor, on the toilet, on his legs, everywhere. My first thought was, "Oh yippee."

I looked at what looked like smeared poop on the floor, put my hands on my hips, and said, "What happened?" Silence. "Elijah, what happened?" I repeated. Still no response. "Did you poop on the floor?" I ventured.  "Yeth," he said. "Where is it?" I asked fearfully. He looked up, "I picked it up and put in the potty, Mom,"

I guess he thought I was serious. "Did you get your hands dirty?" I asked him. "No, I used toilet paper." He answered. Explains the streaks on the floor.

He's pretty smart for a 3 year old.