I think I've reached mine tonight.
Ds2 is three. Still in a pull up at night.
He pooed. In his pull up. This never happens. He came downstairs crying and wanted me to change him in my bedroom. He then had a major shitfit (pun intended) because I'd taken the poo away and he wanted to see his messy bum.
I'm tired. It's been a long week and a busy weekend so far. He was at fever pitch regarding the whole 'messy bum' thing.
So. I'm so sorry. But I wiped poo from the wet wipes back onto his bum. He did a brief squat and turn to the mirror, pronounced it a success, let me wipe his bum and re dress him and had gone back to bed.
HOW DID MY LIFE BECOME THIS?
Please tell me you have sunk lower than this? Please?