My poop!

It's been a while.

Wally has been growing and growing as children do.  His language skills are still far behind his neurotypical peers, but exciting new things happen every week.

This week we had a poosplosion.  Most parents will not need an explanation of this term, but for those who have not experienced a pooslosion I'll elaborate.  Diapers have a certain capacity.  Poo is a certain size and exits with a certain velocity and direction.  At times poop exits at an angle or capacity that exceeds the diaper.  This results in poop being in the clothes, up the back, down a leg...anywhere.  The poop escapes.

So my wife yelled, "Charles!", in that special tone of voice reserved for poosplosions and broken bones.

I entered the bedroom and see my wife holding Wally's hands up, one with poop on half of it, and one still clean.  Poop was smeared across most of one of his thighs.

I grabbed the wipes and got busy cleaning Wally while Kim kept a firm grip on his hands.

Then it happened.

Wally's voice rang out clearly: MY POOP!!!

This is the first correct use of a personal pronoun I've heard him say.  When you wait for each language skill, it's kindof overwhelming when they just...come out.  That's right Wally.  That is your poop.  But I'm going to clean it off your hand before I give you a high five.