Privacy Please

Today Luke and I were playing in his bedroom and were on our 50th round of our game of unloading his dresser drawers. Basically the "game" Luke enjoys is to take out one article of clothing at a time. He'll put his arm through an arm hole or pant hole, look at his hand and say "hand" then pass the pant or shirt to me and say "fold." Once I've folded the pant or shirt, he'll lay it on the floor next to the dresser. After we've gone through and done that for ALL the clothes (ok- I'm exaggerating… it's "only" the top 5 drawers) he shoves the newly folded pants and shirts into the dresser drawers, unfolded. Needless to say, even though it's Luke's favorite game… it's not Mommy's :)

In the middle of one of our "rounds" today Luke suddenly goes over to his closet, which has bi-fold doors, opens both doors and steps inside the closet and closes the doors. I thought I'd hear him say "Mommy" or "open" letting me know he wants out of the closet… But he didn't. He actually stayed in there for a while (a while in toddler time is 15 or so seconds). I started to get a little concerned, thinking he could choke on the corner of the closet or something (I tend to be a bit paranoid and anxious :) ). So I said "Luke, are you OK?" I heard some grunting like sounds, silence, more grunting sounds, and silence. Suddenly the bi-fold doors open an inch or so. From the dark slit I saw one wonderful twinkling blue eye and some pearly whites from his open grinning mouth and he said very simply "poopy" (yes, that's what we call it in this house- to me it sounds a tinge cuter than all the other words that can be used- if it's possible). He closed the bi-fold door again so he was out of my site again, I heard some grunting… Then the doors opened wide and he comes out with a big smile ready to play the game again. I said, Luke did you go "poopy?" He said, "yes." I felt through his diaper and sure enough… I felt the oh so familiar feeling of a heavy load in the back of his pants…