Laying it on thick

Wesley has tar poo. No it isn't French for stinky poo (although man does it stink). He's got this poo that sticks to his rump and just won't come off. 1/2 a diaper wipe in to a 4 or 5 diaper wipe changing he starts frantically crying and pleading with me. It usually goes something like

no more mom. Please. ow. you're hurting me. ow. all done. ow. Zach save me. mommy is hurting me. ow my butt mom. ow ow. you're hurting me. I love you. don't hurt me. I all done mom. save me daddy. please I all done mom. no more. ow ow ow ow

frantically of course, in a way writing can not get across. It's horrid. On the upside he's learned that the moment tar poo touches his rump, tar poo starts to eat the flesh on his rump. Thus Wesley wants to use the potty. WOOHOO whatever it takes I tell ya. So Wesley has been sitting in the potty a lot lately. He likes flushing a lot... and often. He also likes taking one square of TP and wiping even if he has only gone pee and this drives Cody crazy. "He isn't doing it right." Well who cares? He wants to do it so let him do it any ol' way he wants to do it gosh darn it.