Pooh. Pooh. And have some more Pooh.

I'm not talking about the cute furry guy that wants honey.

I'm talking about Unit 2. He doesn't even get a name today. THAT's how much Poop we're talking about.

I walked into his room today and it was rank. I picked him up and I felt like an extra 10 lbs. was added to him. Now, really, how does an extra 10 lbs get added when it's come from the inside and it's now on the outside? Must have been the redistribution of the weight. The poop wasn't in his center anymore. Instead, it had circumfranced itself around his mid section.

As I'm trying to tackle Mr. Poopy, I realize it's EVERYWHERE. It's on my shirt everywhere.

I'm wiping him up and I finally cried "HUUUNNNNEEEEEEYYYYY???? I need some help." Nathan came in and he said he'd never seen anything like it... poop everywhere and on everyone and a little Unit 2 fighting like I was sticking fireants on his penis.

Sigh... got him to school and he still smelled like poop. Or I did even though I changed shirts.

I look down... it's all over my leg, dried up, crusted. Oh. Guess I figured out where the smell was coming from. I had to tell the daycare providers, "I'm so sorry he smells! I feel like a horrible mother!" I felt better when I had to ask for a wipe, for me.