*Even though Tristin is now a big boy, there are still accidents every so often... see if you can guess what happens.....*
I was trying to get ready for book club on Tuesday evening, which meant trying to find something decent to wear. I was sifting through my drawers when Tristin wandered in (he wanders a lot) and saw me doing this.
Tristin: Why you potty in your pants, mommy?
Mommy: I didn't, I am just changing my clothes before I leave.
T: Why you potty on your shirt, mommy?
M: I didn't, Tristin, I am just changing my clothes.
*He pauses for a moment to watch me....*
Tristin: Why you poop in your pants, mommy?
At this point I am starting to twitch and tell him to leave the room.