The Proof is in the Poopy

Maybe. This is my latest theory on my darling little spawn of Satan. He is still having a tough time pooping. Specifically, and sorry if this is TMI but really this is my blog so you already know what you're in for, he prefers to poop standing up. And while wearing his underwear and shorts. He usually will not inform us verbally that he has to poop until it is actually sticking out like a curious turtle.

We are on to him way before that, as he does a very distinctive poop dance (come to think of it, I might have waxed poetically about this in some previous post) that involves him clenching his butt as if he's trying to hold a $100 bill in there and dancing around on his toes. This process can sometimes stretch out for hours until the poop finally makes its appearance. And in the interim, his behavior can escalate. Probably because he's uncomfortable. Nothing that taking a good healthy shit won't cure!

So yesterday, when he was supposed to be napping, he instead killed one of his fish by throwing a heavy sock into his tank right on top of the poor little guy. He eventually got up and pooped - then slept for a few hours.

Today, after viewing the poop dance, I let him stay up and play. Eventually, he went outside to "play" and pooped (in his underwear). I soon after sent him to his room for "quiet time." I told him he could read his books or play nicely in his bed, and that he did not have to sleep. He complained a bit, but eventually, he was in there with a couple trains, and within 30 minutes, he was sound asleep. Still is sleeping.

And his aquarium is blissfully free of little boy debris.

Poop = happy kid. An equation to live by.