Why we're not potty training quite yet

Today before naptime I had my little diaper-changing conveyor belt going. I opened Isaac's dirty diaper and was surprised with a stinkless but extremely loamy and voluminous poo. Lord knows how long it had been there.

Nearly incredulous, I said, as I usually do, "Isaac, you have to tell Mommy when you have a poop..."

He interrupted my usual spiel about how "it makes your bottom sick" and "we need to clean it up right away". Flat on his back in front of me and without missing a beat, he rolled his eyes a little and called out as if he was across the house, "MOMMY! I HAVE A POOP IN MY DIAPER!"