Little David is a park pooper.
It doesn't matter where we are, what we're doing, who we are with. It doesn't matter if he just went right before we left, if we are in any sort of park, Little David poops.
We first noticed this phenomenon when at the school park down the street from our house. We didn't bring a diaper bag because Tot was potty trained for the most part and Little David had a fresh diaper and we were within walking distance from our house. Well, no sooner had we started pushing the kids on swings than Little David goes "Poo Poo, Mommy. Yucky Poo Poo."
And of course, there it was.
The next time it happened, Dave took the kids to the park himself and he called me on the way home and said "You'll never guess what your son just did." "Poop?" "Of course." We wondered out loud if it was just this particular park that his intestines had an affinity towards.
But then it started to happen everywhere. At the walking park. At the State Park in Indiana. At the indoor park in the mall. At Mesa Verde National Park. If we stepped into the geographical confines of any sort of park, even a car park, that kid pooped.
When I was pregnant with Little David, we took Tot on a walk every night. It got her energy out before bedtime and it got me moving in a non-stressful manner. Our neighborhood saw me go from normal sized girl, to mountain sized whale, huffing and puffing all the way around the block. But I am convinced that it help me gain only a reasonable amount of weight and made the labor better than it would have.
So, last night we took the kids on a walk to begin the daily walks in this pregnancy. We took them to a nice walking path we have about a half mile from our house that circles a small lake/pondish thing with ducks. It's well lit and pretty rad. So, we let the kids run wild while Dave and I walked behind them and chatted about our day. I said "I made arms and legs this week, what did you do?" He couldn't top that.
Well, we were about to finish the mile long walk, we had reached the last little exercise station (you know, the kind where they have pull up bars and such) and the kids ran around it and as soon as Little David ran up to me and said "Hold you!", I smelled it. I picked him up and the waft was atrocious and vile and it is a testament to my rock hard constitution that I didn't toss my pregnant cookies right there.
I looked at Dave and he said "The Park Pooper strikes again." Indeed, he had.