My youngest holds it forever. You can hear him farting across the house. It sounds like someone is shooting off a round from an automatic weapon. This an indication that he needs to "go", but he heeds no nudging from me.
Tonight when I ducked into the bathroom to check his bath progress, I was greeted by a pungent stank. Youngest was sitting in the tub, half cocked on one buttock, like he was trying to let one "go". "Get out of the tub and go to the bathroom," I pleaded, my nose watering from the smell. "Ok, Ok," he whined.
A few minutes later, he was yelling from the tub, "I'm all itchy."
"You probably used too much soap again. Stand up and turn on the shower."
"Nooooo," objected my strong willed child.
"Ok, then, get out!"
I proceeded to slather him with lotion to quell the itching and then helped him to bed.
When I returned to the scene of the crime, the smell was still quite acute. I took a couple of steps closer to find bits, MANY bits, of poop in the bathtub.
"****ing gross," I snarled. Then I hit the cleaning closet. Times like these call for drastic measures: Clorox.
This wouldn't be so dramatic if youngest was say, 3 years old. But he is 6. Six years old!!
I did give him a choice: Either you clean it up or you lose 10 compliments (our reward system for doing things right). He's no dummy. Earning 10 compliments is a lot easier than cleaning up shit. He went to bed.
It was only later I realized why he was itching. Shit!