Poop!

Well...

We went to Kohl's yesterday.

And Wyatt pooped a giant stinky poop on the end of the store as far from the restroom as possible.

So we started making our way over there.

And I feel a finger swipe across the front of my shirt over my belly.

I look down and Wyatt is grinning up at me with a huge proud grin on his face, and he says...

"I wipe poop on you!"

I look at my shirt and sure enough, there's a giant smear of light-colored poop on my black blouse.

Yep, he took a finger, shoved it down the back of his diaper, scooped up some dookie, and wiped it on me.

I screamed "WHAT!??!?!?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!?!"

and we ran to the bathroom.

This is the part of parenting you cannot prepare for.

Crystal