I was taking Sammy up to change him, since he smelled a tad on the poopy side. When we got to the top of the steps, he started screaming that he wanted to go pee pee on the potty. In hindsight, this would have been the point where I told him that he could go pee pee later on and that we needed to change his poopy diaper first. But no, in my head I didn't register that particular poopy smell and figured I'd just dump the contents of his diaper into the toilet before he sat down. After all, we're potty training, right? We've got to encourage the potty, right?

So there we are, he's excited to get up on the potty, stepping out of his pants, and I've got his diaper half-off before I realize it - yellow liquid poop. All over every little part of his diaper covered body. Foul yellow liquid poop that was now getting all over everything else as he squirmed all over the place, trying to worm his way out of the very diaper I was trying to velcro back on. Yellow liquid poop on my hands, on his jeans, down his legs - smeared all over everything. He wanted up on the potty, I wanted up on his diaper. Have you tried battling with a toddler recently?

And forget about getting him up onto the changing table - that would have involved even more poop all over me. I'm screaming, "Gross! Gross!" and he's CRACKING up and screaming it back to me - "Gro! Gro!". I'm trying to carry him under his arms at my arm's length while trying to keep his pants up and his diaper from falling off while I race down the hall back to his room. Sure enough, by the time this was all over, my jeans, his carpet, his jeans, his shirt, his legs, all the wipes, two diapers - everything was covered in poop.

And through it all, he just kept laughing so hard he was practically gasping for air, all while shouting, "Gro! Gro!"

It was kinda funny, in a really gross kind of way. Yuck.