Poop and More Poop

Okay, if you know my family (namely, my mom) at all, you know that the topic of poop is something talked about (in an appropriate way) daily. So, it only seemed right to talk about it. That was also your disclaimer... If you don't like to hear about/talk about poop, just skip this one. ;)

First of all, I'm proud to announce, Payton is COMPLETELY potty trained. We were putting him in diapers at night but just ran out a few nights ago. I had forgotten to get them from the store so when I put him to bed, I just told him we were all done with diapers and that he needed to keep his pee in and let it out when he woke up. And, he did. :) He's done it a few nights now and it's a B-E-A-UUUUUtiful thing! Here's where the poop comes in...

Once summer hit, we started giving Payton the choice of PEEING (notice the caps... Poop ONLY belongs in the toiliet and he knows that) in the potty or on a tree in our backyard. We do NOT let him pee in public--ever, unless it's a public bathroom. ;) However, in our own backyard... That's different. And, ants make great target/aim practice. So, he was doing really well with it. However, last week, I had a daycare child come running in to the house saying "Rachael! Rachael! Payton pooped!". I knew he was outside but figured it was a poop accident in his undies, which is usually not an issue, but he was still learning so... I headed outside to find my child--half naked. Ummm...

Here's the conversation:

ME: Payton, where's your undies?

PAYTON: Over der... Der wet.

ME: Ohhhh nooooooo!!!!! That's SO sad!

(Enter daycare child into coversation)

DAYCARE CHILD: Payton POOPED!

ME: (looking at Payton) Payton, did you poop?

PAYTON: Yes.

ME: Where?

PAYTON: On a tree.

ME: (seriously?!?!?!) Show me where.

PAYTON: Over der... I show you.

(Enter a 2nd daycare child)

DAYCARE CHILD #2: (SQUEEL) EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST STEPPED IN POOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PAYTON: She found it!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gross.

And there's this conversation we had about a month ago:

(Someone had gone #2 in our downstairs toilet and not flushed... I live with 4 boys, 3 of which are potty trained. It remains a mystery as to who did it, but it's not a surprise.... I was doing laundry and didn't realize the toilet needed to be flushed)

PAYTON: Mommy! Poop!

ME: Yes. That's sooooooooo disgusting.

PAYTON: Disgusting. Mommy, is it poop?

ME: Yes. It's poop. We need to flush the toilet.

PAYTON: F-lush the t-wa-lette?

ME: Yes. Please do.

PAYTON: (insert hand into toilet). Mommy, I touch it first? It feels yucky!

Again, gross.