Where my poop?

I was carrying a cold water bottle under my arm, and I said "My arm is freezing to death!!!" Wyatt responded with "My arm is hotting to death!" --LOL!

Wyatt: "I want to find a big cwicket." Me: "A big cricket? What would you do with it?" Wyatt: "Wide it!" Me: "How would you ride a cricket???" Wyatt: Cwimb up on him with a wadder, then just push it out of the way."

Wyatt asked me: "Mommy... where do UPS trucks live?"

There was a toilet in the restroom with a rusty handle. He flushed and then smelled his hands. "Ewwwww! My hands smell yike pennies!!!" LOL

Wyatt and I were watching airplanes, when one disappeared behind a tree. Wyatt said "I wish I was riding on a bird, so I could see those airplanes better." LOL

So Wyatt and I went to Walgreens, and when pulling him out of the carseat, it became obvious, he'd done a #2 in his pants. Giant lump. Bad smell. After a lecture and a sigh and a few internal curses, we went into Walgreens to go to the restroom. We had to find an employee to let us in, so had to do a tour of the store. Finally, we went into the restroom, and.... the poop was gone. Just - gone. I examined Wyatt's loose-legged underpants, and Wyatt's loose fitting jean shorts, and went white. The poop was on the floor somewhere in Walgreens!! So I grabbed a... wad of paper towels, and we went back out to retrace our steps. I started out appalled, but then started giggling. So Wyatt started giggling. "Where my poop?" he asked (a little too loudly). Finally, we ended up back at the restroom, with no sign of the missing poop. I threw the wad of paper towels into the trashcan, and Wyatt said "Well... that's that." "Yes it is", I said, laughing. "Yes, it is."