Poop in the Grass.

Saturday morning and I'm scrubbing the sink full of dishes that greeted me when I woke up this morning. I'm also just finished with making Axton his favorite breakfast, Crepes. Dan is running around getting things together for his yard work day when I hear Axton say, "poop in the grass?"

"Sure Axton, there's poop in the grass." I say, not even looking up from working.

"No Axton, you can't poop in the grass." Dan says, and I chuckle because I thought Dan was joking.

A few minutes later I'm noticing that it's awful quiet, and I'm wondering if Axton is actually getting into trouble with the dog poop in the back yard grass.

By the back door is a little pile of clothes...including underwear. I go out onto the back deck to see little Axton, stark naked squatting in the grass over a little pile of poop.

It was funny for a second, but then there was the horrible smell...and poop all over Axton's legs...and poop on the concrete slab in the backyard...and flies.

At least the poop in the grass incident comes with easy clean-up. Out comes the big bucket of warm, soapy water (that Axton sits in) and the hose. There are worse places for the potty-training 3 year old to be pooping, that's for sure!