Last night my visiting teacher came by to visit me so I let Corbin roam the house while we talked. After she started her lesson he walked over to me on the couch and farted. Stephanie (my visiting teacher) probably thought it was me, but blamed it on Corbin. A few minutes went by and Corbin went into his room to play, but when we were just about finished he came back crying and wanted me to pick him up. I said goodbye to Steph, turned and picked up Corbin instantly feeling poop on my hand and seeping through my jeans. yay. So I took him into the bathroom and stripped his clothes off so none of it would get on my white carpet, gave him a bath and then headed into his room to get him dressed. This is where I found little smear spots of poop on the white carpet.
I am so greatful someone invented a washing machine or we would run out of clothes.