Today I met my wife and daughters at a local park for lunch. After we had finished lunch and had been playing for a while, my 5-year-old announced, "I have to go poop."
"OK", we said, "just hold on and we'll go to Daddy's office."
"I can't! It's coming out!"
"Well just try to hold it in."
We all started walking to the car, with her trailing behind.
"It came out my pants."
Sure enough, there was a little goat nugget on the ground. [Did we pick it up? Fuck no!]
As with most parental issues, I had to laugh. Wife laughed, too. Because when I was a kid I very often would "forget" to go inside when I had to shit and when I crapped in my pants I would just wiggle my pants leg and let the little balls of shit tumble out. Fortunately I (and she) tended to have pretty solid turds. Although I also remember going behind bushes and removing sloppy underwear and disposing of it.
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