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The context for this is my 3-year-old son is about 50 percent potty trained. He hasn't had a bowel movement in his diaper for at least six months. All our "accidents" are urine. I use quotes because he knows darn well how to go, but he isn't the least bit bothered by sitting in pee all day and arbitrarily decides sometimes that it's simply not worth the trip. So this morning, when I discovered feces in his diaper, I was REALLY annoyed and made a big production of scolding and fussing after I got him all cleaned up.

ME:  Go stand in a corner!

J.  Why?

ME:  Because you went boo boo in the diaper and you know better.

J. (folding arms)  Hmmmf. I'm mad at you.

ME:  Fine. You still have to stand in the corner.

J. I'm telling Auntie.

ME: You can tell Auntie and Uncle and Granny and anybody else you want. They'll all be really disappointed in you. And Auntie would make you stand in a corner, too. Uncle might even whup you.

J.  (pondering the whupping a moment, then a lightbulb goes off over his head and he points to the clock, which reads 7 a.m.) No call Auntie. Auntie sleep.

Then he dutifully served his sentence in the corner.

A few hours later, he had to go again and this time went to the toilet. I think he must have put half a roll of toilet paper in there along with his personal deposit. The toilet is now stuffed up. It overflowed when he flushed. I poured a bottle of Drano in there and will call a plumber in the morning if it isn't clear by then.

GRRRRRR!!!!!