If Yesterday's Post was Funny...

You haven't heard anything yet!

I'm telling you - every person on earth should have to be around a toddler potty training... #1 because it's hilarious; #2 because it teaches patience among other things!

So today, Mom and I decided to let Cayman take his nap with no diaper on. (What were we thinking?) And, in true man fashion, it's more comfortable to sleep commando. (Again. What were we thinking?) It was apparent early on that Cayman most likely was not going to be taking his nap...again...for the second day in a row... He was just-a singing in that room! That boy loves to make noises during nap time. But I've learned that sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes when he can't fall asleep during naptime, it's because he has to poop. He waits until the middle of the afternoon to do it, and therefore it's too late for him to sleep. So today, I was aware that he might possibly have to do #2, so every time I'd go in there to tell him he needed to go to sleep, I would also ask him if he needed to go potty. Of course, we all know what his response was, "No ma'm!" (At least he's polite about it...I guess?)

Well, my brother and I were sitting in the living room right outside enjoying the lovely serenade coming from Cayman's room. Scott thought he heard some bumping coming from Cayman's room, and we figured he was probably playing in his room. (The child has FINALLY discovered he can sneak out of bed during naptime once he finally gets outrageously bored. But he continues to stay in bed in the mornings until one of us goes to get him.) I decided to wait until the bumps got so loud that I could no longer pretend to ignore them. Instead, I hear, "Mommmmmy!!!! Maaammmma!!!" Cayman rarely calls my name during naptime. He says a lot of things, but he rarely calls me by name. So I knew something was important, and I was hoping he was going to tell me he had to go potty! Instead....

I open Cayman's door, and there he is, standing on top of a trunk, which is normally pushed underneath the desk, until a little 2 year old decides to use it for a stool to stand at the desk to play with his toy train. "Cayman, what in the world are you doing standing on top of that trunk? You get down from there right now." Does he move? No! Of course not. He just stands there, on his trunk, pointing down at the floor where his poop is laying, forbidding him from climbing down from his trunk because there's a strong possibility of his foot landing in his own feces!!!! "Dat my poop, Mama!"

I stand there, in the doorway, too stunned to move. Instead I say, "This is a job for Grammy!" Grammy, who hears me from her bedroom, and Scott, who hears me from the living room, immediately jump up to come see. So we stand there, all three of us perched in the doorway, staring at Cayman who is still standing on the trunk and staring at his poop which is still laying on the floor. My mom hurries to the kitchen to get paper towels, while my brother and I escape to the living room to laugh hysterically (and quietly so Cayman can't hear us of course.) By the time I regain my composure and head back into the bedroom, I hear the following conversation between Cayman and Mama.

"Now you use this paper towel to clean up your mess."
"I not picking dat up!!"
"Well I'm not picking that up either. I didn't make that mess! Pick up this paper towel, hold it like this, and take your poop to the toilet."

Clean it up he did! Quickly followed by me with my Clorox wipes - scrubbing the hardwood floor until some of the varnish came off! (Only kidding...)

Needless to say, naptime was ruined today! And here's proof! (A video I shot 20 minutes later of Cayman during "naptime.")