Moooommmmmmyyy!!! (I Pooped)

"Taking a nap" on the floor last weekend.

740am: I stumble into Iain's room to find him squatting over a puzzle. No pajama pants. This is normal, recently. But...wait...no diaper? Uh oh. Sure enough, he's decided to relieve himself on his bed. We have a pad under the sheet, so no harm done. But when I ask him why he didn't tell me he needed the potty he replies, "That's stupid." We are in deep trouble here, folks.

1010pm: From Iain's room, the dulcet sounds of "Mommy! I pooped!" Yes, 10pm.

Please send a nanny. Or a large coconut cake. Or both.