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October 7, 2004 - Thursday
Oh, hell. It happened again. We hadn't been back to the "church tower playground since it happened and as we were parking the car Jeremy made the seemingly joyful comment that if he needed to poop he would come tell me. Was he remembering the last time we came here? Or, was he saying that because earlier today he finally told his teacher he needed to go poop at school, for which he'd garnered great accolades? Or, was it because before going to the church tower playground I'd taken him home to change into underpants (when he was sitting on the toilet pooping at school there was a little escape that got his clothes wet and I'd brought pull-ups in as a change following a conversation last week) because he didn't deserve to have to wear a pull-up for something that really wasn't his fault (indeed, I've learned that he gets almost no physical assistance in the bathroom at school, so contrary to home when we always lift him and place he on the toilet, he's apparently learning to do it himself. That's fine, but it's not surprisingly that he'd have some trouble).

Disturbingly, after being at the playground for just 10-15 minutes, Jeremy has soiled his pants. Again we went to the porta-potty, again we went right home and to the bath tub. It was more matter-of-fact this time because it wasn't the first time, but somehow it was more awkward. It was just so eerie that he'd said he'd tell me and didn't, that it was the same place as last time, and that he was much more glib about it almost suggesting he did it on purpose. Yes, I did think that, and yes I suppose it is quite possible, but no I don't believe it, not really.


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