"Mommy I need a Big Girl Spoon."
I was a bit distracted, feverishly attempting to get as much of dinner prepped as possible before the baby woke up.
"Uh huh. Okay. You can get a spoon."
"You get it. I need it."
"I can't get it right now because I'm chopping chicken."
"Um, I can't reach it. I need a Big Girl Spoon to clean up the poop."
Finally she had my full attention.
"I need a spoon to get out the poop. The poop is in my sock and I can't get it out."
I looked at her. No smell. Pants on. And usually pants on also means diaper on. Usually.
I looked closer. She was wearing sweat pants that have elastic around the ankles. Sure enough, there was a little lump right there near her right sock that shouldn't have been there.
I opened her pants. No diaper. What? How did that happen?
Ah, the joys of potty training a child who is capable of dressing and undressing herself.