Poop, or no poop? That is the question.

Crue, Addi and I were on our way home from Costco with a frozen bag of blueberries. It's 105 degrees and I'm trying to get home fast so the blueberries don't thaw and we're about 15 minutes from home and a small voice from the back said, "I have to poo!" I said, "Crue, we're almost home can, it wait or is it coming?" He replies, "No, it's coming!" So we pull off the freeway and hit the closest Wal-mart. I get the kids out and run into the bathroom. Meanwhile, the frozen blueberries sit in the hot car waiting. I put Crue on the pot and say, "OK just go fast." I sit and watch as Addi plays with the door lock and Crue keeps yelling at her not to open the door. I keep telling Crue just to rush-it and flush-it. He keeps giving me that look like, "I'm pushing!" I'm sure most moms know that look. Finally he says, "I don't think I have to poop." I sigh and tell him to put his pants and shoe back on. He always takes one leg out of his pants and of course that means he has to take his shoe off. I'm not sure if any other little boys do this when they go potty or if it's just Crue's thing. We get out of the stall, wash hands and jet to the car. That little stop added almost 15 minutes to my commute. Finally we're home, blueberries in the freezer and Crue runs straight to the bathroom. He calls me in and says, "Mom, I just pooped and my poop said it didn't want to come out in Wal-mart, it was scared and wanted to wait till we got home." Strange phenomenon! Good news is, I'm gonna be rich cause my son has talking poop!