Mystery blob

This morning while I was making lunch I handed Sam a piece of dried mango.  He took it and went back over to the couch.  A minute later, he brought it back- a common Sam practice.  “Here, Mommy.”  He hands me this squishy brown blob.  Its a little too squishy.  I pause and look over at Sam, who is now walking funny and has a wet spot on his jeans.  Yes, it was a piece of poop that had fallen out of his pants, not a piece of dried mango.  Nice.

This is not my best poop story however.  No, the best one was about a year ago when I was trying to potty train Ben, and 3 or 4 of us were in the bathroom as a group (as we so often are!) and I was putting him on the potty, and suddenly Sam starts crying.  I look over and he is standing there with a log of poop in his hand that had apparently fallen out of Ben’s pants in the potty transfer process.  And he had taken a bite out of it.