The Boy Who Cried Poo-Poo

This kid is getting too smart.

It started with bed time. I would lay him down in his crib (against his will) only to have him cry out "Poo-poo! Poo-poo!" Since no smart parent hesitates when a toddler says these words (nor did I think he was clever enough to lie about such a thing), I would immediately wisk him out of his crib and to the toilet where he would sit and...do nothing. I would ask him if he was all done and he'd reply with an adamant "No"...and continue to do nothing. After several instances of this happening (coincidentally all at naptime) I finally wised up to his little game and put it to an end.

Well, he is pulling the same trick when it's time for discipline. In our household now, a spanking almost always coincides with a sudden need to use the bathroom. However, just like at naptime, as soon as he is placed on the toilet, the tears cease, as does the urgency that plagued him just a moment before. This time it didn't take me as long to figure out his stall tactics, so now he gets his spanking, then he is taken to the bathroom to do his business. Although surprisingly, he usually doesn't actually do anything once he is there. Go figure. :)

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