by Whitney Barthel posted in Parenting

I don?t know if it is a boy thing or just a having-kids thing, but I feel like I deal with poop a lot. Like, more than any person should ever have to.

Like that time we were forced to let Frankie poop in the van:
[Upon arriving] in Texas, we were so excited to be on the last leg of our journey. Unfortunately, what should have been the last 40 minutes of the trip ended up taking us about 3 hours.
As we started getting closer to Austin, traffic basically came to a standstill...We later came to find we chose an incredibly bad time to drive through the state with their annual South by Southwest Music Festival and spring break all happening.
Anyway, so there we were stuck in gridlock traffic with Frankie yelling, ?Mommy! I have to go potty!? Thankfully, I always think of everything so we brought a potty chair with us....
Stupidly, I had assumed Frankie only had to do a number 1. [I smelled something totally unholy] and I looked at him shocked?
Registering the look on my face he smiled and said, ?I?m poopin, Momma.?
I faked amusement, I mean, I didn?t want to scar the child, and responded, ?Yes, I can tell!?
[We then spent the next 40 minutes waiting to get off the interstate and dispose of the excrement properly at the gas station.]

And that time I tried spanking Frankie:
Generally, I try to go with a Nanny 911 approach. I do time-outs, alone time in bedrooms, things like that...
As I sat Frankie on the potty chair this morning (as our...