Uh Oh!

Are there two scarier words in the English language (if they are even real words)...especially when uttered by a three-year-old?

Now, take into account that said three-year-old is potty training. Do you see where I'm going with this?

This morning, while hubby was getting ready for work and I was checking the weather (we're having an ice storm here) Peanut is in the kitchen and we hear, "Uh oh, Daddy! Uh oh! There's poopy on the floor Daddy! Uh oh!" (I feel like I need to tell you that in the past, any "poopy" on the floor has been mud, leaves or anything else that is dark in color.)

Neither hubby and I were too concerned because, like I said, "poopy" has never been poopy before and we figured Peanut was over-reacting. Never the less, we both went to check it out.

Well, you've probably figured out that this time the "poopy" really was poopy. Ick. Hubby was not happy, while I had a difficult not laughing. You see, I had been telling hubby all weekend that while Peanut was potty training, briefs were a better choice than boxers. But...like usual...all of my training (not to mention that I'm the one that has been working with the babysitter on this...and she's trained many kids) means nothing if it isn't what hubby wants to hear.

So, while I go to get Peanut another pair of underwear, I hear hubby reprimanding Peanut. Now, don't get me wrong...Peanut should have used the toilet. However, he is fairly new to the toilet thing and he is learning. When I was walking back through the kitchen I whispered in hubby's ear, "Now do you see why I told you we needed to stick with briefs? Briefs would have kept 'it' off the floor." Yeah, I know. I'm not "the bigger person." I like to say, "I told you so," on occasion.

Well, we got everything cleaned up and Peanut will be wearing briefs from now on.