Punkin just pulled his pants and diaper down around his ankles and pooped on the carpet.
Are you done laughing?
K. Good enough. I mean, what do you do? I didn't know; I just froze, staring at the turd laying in my living room. Then I snapped out of it, thankfully, and said, "Let's go poop in the potty" in my best fake calm voice as I carried him to the toilet. He did go more, if you must know. And he did get a "nornge" (orange) sticker.