Not My Child Monday

There is no way that my son pooped in a Thrift Store today. When I mean poop I do not mean in his pants, or undies or diaper, I mean on the floor of the store. My kids would never do this. I would never take my son out AGAIN in just pants and bare under there to a public place. I would NEVER be so bold as to do this because he already had pooped his ONE time today, he was safe. Paul and I would not look in horror as my son's poop lay on the floor in the middle of the store and try to clean it up as fast as we could as not to let on what just happened. There was NOT a little girl there telling her mom in a loud voice "There is a boy pooping!" Thankfully there WAS a bathroom 3 feet away, with paper towels, cleaning supplies and garbage cans. We were not thrilled at this find, thanking God that we were in a store with cheap pants to buy for him as we needed to throw both his pants and slippers he was wearing. We DID NOT leave the store... after buying a few things... with the garbage bag from the bathroom with the evidence in it, take it to our car and leave no explanation to the clerks. WE WILL NEVER GO BACK.