The second coming of Pablo Picasso…

Normally when you hear a parent say that it’s not considered a bad thing. But when I compare my son to Picasso, it’s not in a good way. When doing a study for Picasso in school, I learned that one of his more infamous paintings was made out of his own feces. Pablo used his own excrement as his paint for a few paintings, thus doing something artistic and disgusting at the same time. When putting down Ethan for his nap yesterday, he did something similar. He pooped in his diaper, and then took it off because he didn’t want to wear a shitty diaper. While that’s a good sign that he’s ready to do some heavy duty potty training, the fact that he took globs of his own feces out and smeared it on the wall was not expected.

My mom thinks he was bored, but Leah was less than impressed when she found the walls smeared in a brownish substance. So when I wake up from my nap, I get the 411 on why his room smells like someone took a dump in there. I peeked into the room and I called Leah back…

“This room still smells like shit.” Leah said rather disgusted.

“There’s a reason for that.” I quickly responded.

“What are you talking about?” Leah asked.

“Look up.”

Leah took one look up and left the room feeling rather revolted. Ethan had tossed clumps of the stuff and it was sticking to the ceiling. Since I was tall enough to reach it, I cleaned the ceiling and aired the room out. It took a while to air the room out and I used the spray from the bathroom to mask the udour until the room aired out. We’ve put in place new rules for Ethan’s nap time. He doesn’t go down until he has a poop first or if he falls asleep on his own. Neither of us want to clean that up again, so we’ll do it that way until we can finish potty training him. That can’t come soon enough for us.

So if you see me referring to Ethan as ‘little picasso’, now you’ll know why. Have a good weekend…

Peter