My sweet little pooper

Today Zack asked if he could go see if some neighbor friends could play. I told him yes, but he had to come strait home if they could not. A few minutes later I hear frantic banging on the door. He'd gone out the garage which was still open and I was confused as to why he did not come in that way. I open the door to find my sweet little boy in tears telling me he'd pooped and peed his pants. I was once again quite confused, to say the least. I was also horrified and really, really hoping he was exaggerating or that he didn't really mean what he was saying. I tried to get him to explain. All I could get was "I ran as fast as I could but I pooped and peed and I didn't make it in time." He was visibly devastated and I felt so bad for him. As the reality of the situation set in I was extremely relieved to find that he had not had his accident on someones front porch! I was however NOT relieved to find that since Zack was wearing boxers today I did have a little something to clean off the driveway. SICK!! Good thing he is so cute;)