Every day there is a battle at naptime but Jacob took today's battle to a new low.
I told him he could look at books, he could play quietly, but he had to be in his room resting. I'd call that reasonable. I'd call that generous even. He got settled in and I got settled in to what I thought might be a nap myself.
Au Contraire. Pardon my french.
I was just getting cozy when Jacob came waddling into the room. He pooped in his pants. On purpose. All to get out of a nap. That was barely even a nap since he could read or play quietly or both. Tony isn't convinced that he did it on purpose, but I saw the perpetrator's face and he looked quite smug.
Three wipes, half a roll of toilet paper, the bulk of the poop plopping on the floor and a bath later and Jacob was tucked- tightly- in his bed with stern instructions not to move, peep (literally), scratch an itch, or even think about getting up. Even his breathing should be very light.
There is no verse today.
The End
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