We were only gone an hour. He went pee (or tried) before we left the house. I did, thankfully, bring along one extra pair of pants/undies. So two minutes after Gareth starts his swim lesson, Jonas pees his pants while playing on the play structure. We go change. Then, five minutes later, I notice how quiet Jonas is. How he is on the play structure, but not running around like his usual boisterous self. He's just kinda standing there. Hmmm.... kinda... hiding. Sigh... he pooped. In his pants. Two minutes after we were in the bathroom. Ugh. I don't have another spare set of clothes. We were only gone an hour! I dug through our swim/beach bag and thankfully found a swim dipe for him. But his legs were bare, and it was still foggy out. Grin and bear it, kid. I asked him, "Do you like having poop on your bottom?". "No," he replies. "You know what to do next time." "I forgot." That's his typical response for anything these days... "I forgot." Man, I tell ya, I am so ready for him to remember just this one little thing.