The Pooper Chase

I wake up to the sound of him pooping, along with the squirming associated with that process. I check the diaper, but it's only a small one. I know in my heart there's more to come, and I may as well leave the diaper on for 10 more minutes to catch the tail end (no pun intended), but my conscience gets to me. I don't want to leave him sitting in it if my hunch is wrong. Foolishly, I ask him, "Are you done?" He smiles beguilingly, and sticks a finger into his mouth. The angelic look - "Yes, mommy, I'm finished, thank you. Please change my bum, now." "Ok," I say, though I know I'm right. "I'll change you, but no more poop, ok?" "Giggles." So, what do I hear coming from him just a moment ago, a mere 7 minutes after I changed the wasted diaper? You guessed it. I hang my head in the waste and futility of it all.

And he just laughs.