I give you a one-act play: Misinterpretation by a Three-Year-Old
Context: Our youngest still is resisting the potty for No. 2. We had some success, but we've backtracked. To the point that we are now stirring Miralax in her juice to prevent her from holding it for a week or more. We can tell she's holding it because she stuffs her hands down the back of her pants and holds her cheeks together. And walks around like that. It would be funnier if it weren't so frustrating.
Setting: Hubby and I are upstairs working and watching TV. Kids are downstairs eating snack.
Middle child, age 5: Hey, do you have to go to the bathroom?
Younger child, age 3 (presumably with hands down back of pants): No. I fine.
Middle child: Are you sure? You look like you need to poop.
Younger child: NO! I NOT NEED POOP!
(cue parents upstairs valiantly trying not to laugh)
Middle child: It looks like you need to poop. You shouldn't hold it in like that.
Younger child: I fine. I not holding it. See, my hands are cwean!!!
(cue parents, losing battle not to laugh upstairs, and realizing they need to be a lot more specific in their wording with the youngest.)
Yup. It's been fun. Who said being a parent wasn't great? Riiiiiight.
I'm betting no one else in my grad class had to disinfect a tub that had been pooped in last night before proofing a research paper.
She'll figure this out, right? Right?