Sam says to tell you "stop colouring sharks" but that has nothing to do with this post...

Danny: "You know all your stories can't be about poop, right?"

And on that note...

We went to the market with my mom this morning and went to the grocery store afterwards.

The boys were playing Marco Polo in and out of the Joe Fresh clothes racks. When i told them we were leaving the clothes section Sam was walking funny. I asked him if he pooped his pants and he said yes. 

We went across to the other side of the store and upstairs to the bathrooms. He had poop half way to his ankles by then. I cleaned him up and washed his hands (and the rest of him the best I could.)

I got him dressed again and we went back downstairs to finish shopping. Literally two minutes later Daniel said "I have to go to the bathroom!" Then Sam said "Me too!"

We found a slightly closer bathroom and I said to Daniel "Let Sam go first because we know he doesn't have to go poop because he just pooped in his pants."

Daniel: "No he didn't. He shit his pants!"