Why didn't I say anything before? Because regression is inevitable. Seven glorious weeks without a single (not one!!!) accident and we're back to dirty drawers.
So now I can talk about it.
"Mommy mommy! I went poo all by myself!"
And you've already pulled up your pants = skid marks. (moan)
"That's great honey. Let's go wipe."
"I alweady did!" Pauses and then sticks out thumb. "But my thumb is dirty.........it has poo on it."
Visible poo.
Now, take that exact same scenario, fast forward a week, and replace thumb with pinky finger, and you have the second time it happened.
I am now attempting to cut his nails every other day.
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