This morning, Griffin took it upon himself to poop in his goodnite and not tell me.
Instead, he went straight to the bathroom and spent over 20 minutes in there. As I walked past, I smelled an awful smell and checked on him, only to find poop streaks down his legs, up his back, all over the walls and smeared into the floor.
He turns five in five days. I can't decide if I'm sorely disappointed that he pooped his pants or ecstatically happy that he tried to clean it up himself.