standing on the front porch:

2 yr old, while peeling pants off: i just pooped.

me: wait, wait!  i’ll get wet wipes.  don’t. move.

me, while cleaning up: is that all?  are you sure?  do you need to go to the potty?

2 yr old:  that all.  no.

2 minutes later while washing hands:

4 yr old to 6 yr old: hey!  come look out here!  there’s poop in the robot shoe!

both boys running outside.

me, still washing hands: WAIT!

6 yr old walks in with a bucket – to me (drying my hands now):  don’t worry, mama.  i got it.  what do you want me to do with it?

me:  with what?

6 yr old:  the poop.

m:  are you kidding me?! 

a look in the bucket confirms.  he informs me he did not pick it up, but rather just dumped it from said shoe to said bucket.

m:  dump it in the potty.  flush the potty.  take the bucket back outside. 

2 minutes later realizing i’ve heard no water running and haven’t seen the 6 year old:

m: did you wash your hands?

6 yr old: no.  why?