A few months ago I posted a video in which 35-month old Kaelyn explained that she didn't want to use the potty because she didn't want to be a big girl. We've been gently nudging her in the right direction since then and I think she's finally decided to put the Pull-ups behind her. In just the past week she's had four dry days and yesterday she made it through a whole day of fun with a road trip to Savannah and hours at Chuck E. Cheese without an accident. Last night we even braved putting her to bed without a Pull-Up and this morning she was dry. Yes! Success!
Today, there was this —
Frank: I just put her down for her nap about fifteen minutes ago. I heard her banging on her door calling for me, and look — she took off all her clothes, pooped over there in the corner, and used the corner of her sheet to wipe her butt.
Me: Kaelyn, why didn't you get out of the bed so that you could go to poop on the potty?
Kaelyn (speaking in a DUH! tone of voice, gesturing with her palms up and fluttering her eyelashes for emphasis): Well, you saaaaid not to come out when I'm takin' my nap and you saaaaid not to poop in my underwear!
Me and Frank: *speechless and fighting laughter*
Touche, you little turd. You got me. Add this one to the Kids are Assholes list.