Eww. Just. Eww.

This story is not for the faint of heart. Those with weak constitutions should avoid reading this post. You have been warned.

This afternoon I was out on the playground with my class when one little 3-year-old ran up to me to tell me "I pooped." Yes, in his pants. Less than 10 minutes after I sent him to the bathroom to try to potty before recess.

So I get all of my little ducks in a line and take the class inside to deal with the issue. I send the little boy into the bathroom and get his extra clothes out of his cubby. It took less than 30 seconds.

In that amount of time, the child had pulled down his pants, stuck his finger in the poo, and pulled a chunk out to show me. Oh. My. Goodness. Children are nasty.