This Boy Can Poop

Literally ever since I can remember Kadin has had some kind of issue surrounding his poop. When he was a toddler and we were trying to potty train him ... pooping was the one thing he refused to do in the toilet. I will always remember him screaming in the bathroom. That boy decided it was a better idea to poop on the bathroom floor instead of in the dreaded toilet. I'm still amazed that Kadin actually learned to use the toilet at all.

As potty training progressed ... he finally came to grips with pooping in the toilet, but now the difficulty was getting the hang of actually making it to the toilet. Remember the story of the smoldering piles of poop yet again on my bathroom floor? I remember as I picked up that poop, I thought to myself ... this can't be what I signed up for!

Of course as Kadin got older he had less and less accidents. Lucky for me ... I didn't have to clean up any more poop off of the bathroom floor. Brian, on the other hand ... wasn't so lucky. I'll get to that later ... I digress ...

So along with poop comes farts of course and I've never seen a kid that can fart as often or as loud as Kadin. The kid farts ... a lot ... like I'm talking more than average here. Seriously. I'm not trying to be mean or to pick on him by saying that ... it is seriously a running joke in our house that whenever anyone farts ... we always blame it on Kadin! Then we all laugh ... The only bad thing about farting is when those farts are juicy ... you all know what I mean.

I think most everyone has had a juicy fart. Probably you've had one when you've been sick with the flu. Well, another thing that sets Kadin apart from others is that he has juicy farts all the time. The kid has racing stripes in every single pair of his underwear! In fact one time in school he sharted and the poor kid has to sit in poopy underwear all day! Can you imagine?!?

Ok - so back to Brian and his unluckiness with the poop on the floor. So I got a call at work last week ... it was Brian on the other end ... laughing ... hysterically. He proceeded to tell me the following story ...

Kadin went in to our bathroom to poop (the kid always chooses our bathroom to take a dump in ... don't ask) and he starts calling me over to the bathroom. So I get there and I see his little face sticking out through the crack in the door and he's crying and asking me for help. I assumed he clogged the toilet because he almost always does. No, he proceeded to tell me that he needed more toilet paper because he had an accident on the FLOOR. (insert me laughing here) So I asked him what happened and he said that he was finished pooping and went to put his pants back on when he farted and poop flew out and landed on the floor. (now insert me laughing so hard I'm crying and the people around me are probably wondering what the heck my problem is)

Yup ... you read that correctly ... my son sharted on the floor. HA! I'm telling you ... his poop stories never get old.