Evan won’t use his potty when it comes to having a bowl movement. He nearly has a panic attack if I don’t put a diaper on him. He strongly believes it’ll hurt, telling me “Mommy, you go in the potty. That’s good for you. That’s not good for me! I go in the diaper.” Huh. Not wanting to do any psychic damage, I give in. So he asks for a diaper, and most of the time, he hates getting it changed. He would rather play in a dirty diaper than get changed. It’s crazy!
So the other day, I put him in a diaper, just as he asked. He ran to his new favorite pooping place, the toy area behind the love seat. A few minutes later as I sat on the love seat, I couls smell a distinct odor.
Me: Did you go poop?
Evan: Yes. (Well, at least he didn’t lie. The only lie he ever tells)
Me: Do you need to be changed?
Evan: (finger to his lips) Shh. Mommy, shh. (whispers) Be quiet.
Evan: The wind is saying something.
Me: (whispering also) You still need to be changed. Your diaper is stinky.
Evan: (with finger to hs lips) Shh. (Places his finger on my lips) That’s not for me.
Right. I stand up and walk around the love seat.
Evan: (in a panic) No, no, Mommy! Stay there! Shh! It’s not for me!
Well, it’s too bad you can’t silence smells. I cleaned him and helped him back into his underwear. Off ran Evan as noisy and loud as usual.