We love to go to a local kids/science museum, and we found ourselves there again last week. We try to get up and go early, be there when they open, spend a few hours and hopefully let the kids nap on the way home.
All was going well, we were having a great time playing and trying some new things. We ate lunch in the foodcourt of the museum. The kids were beginning to get tired. Jeremy and Ella Grace were away from the table when Major gave me "the look" and said "I poo-pooed." Luckily, Jeremy and Ella Grace were coming back. I grabbed Major (held him sideways) and out the door we went.
What a mess! Changing poopy underwear in a pubic place was not fun. I hated to wash his pants out in the sink, but what else was I supposed to do? I had to call Jeremy from inside the bathroom to find a plastic bag (thank you Subway!). Then, he sent Ella Grace in the restroom to find me and pass it off.
Potty training is hard.
We do carry plenty of plastic bags, now.
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