Little E is on a pre-school diaper changing strike.
He has yet to inform his major negotiating issues to his mom, but my guess would be something like:
MORE BUTT CREAM!
In any case, he refuses to allow his teacher to change his dirty diaper.
Changing him can be complicated anyway, but now that he is injured, I'm afraid to hold him down and accidentally hurt him. If I'm afraid, I'm sure his teachers are petrified.
After school he came running at me and I could almost see, and most definitely smell, his hot, steaming trail.
If Little E doesn't mind sitting in his own filth for god knows how long, potty training him will be a beast.
I can't even allow myself to begin to visualize how poorly that will go.
Instead, I will visualize myself at the spa.