A potty poem

My sweet little boy is growing so fast.
Diapers will soon be a thing of the past.

We race to the potty with great urgency.
He sits on his seat and we listen for pee.

Tinkles are greeted with a hoot and a holler.
A sticker is placed there just under his collar.

He is so proud of his big boy pants.
He just loves to do the potty dance.

But sometimes play can cause a distraction.
He doesn’t realize it’s time for action.

I ask and I ask “Do you need to go?:”
He shakes his head to respond with a “No”.

A smell fills the air and I see that he's pooped.
I can tell you, my friends, that I've just been duped.