Not For The Weak

I HATE potty training and all that is involved with the process. I have been "training" Cooper since he was 24 months old, he turns 3 in three weeks. All in all things have went smoothly in that he caught on quickly even the poop part which alot of other people I know are still struggling with whose children are older than mine. That is why I was so taken aback with the following story:

I had put Cooper down for a nap with his Pull Up on like I have forever and it seemed like it would be a quiet afternoon of eating bonbons and getting a massage. Uh-huh. He was quiet for a while but I knew he was still awake because I could hear him talking to his cars which he does most naps. An hour goes by and I hadn't heard anything so I assumed(never do this with children) he was asleep and continued with my routine. Another thirty minutes had passed when I decided to check on him and cover him up and look at my precious child sleeping. As I approached the hall I could smell it, was my toliet over flowing? I check the bathroom first and all was well so I look at the closed door to Cooper's room and had a sinking feeling. I s l o w l y opened the door and found what you are seeing in the pictures above. Cooper was standing in the middle of his rug, no Pull-Up on covered in his own feces with a huge smile on his face "Look Mom!" He had pooped in his "underwear" and then took them off, you know because they were dirty . . . DUH! What he was thinking I am not sure but he decided it looked like a great mud pile so why now play in it, shall we? He had ran all of his Hot Wheel cars through it, had made a hill out of it, used it as finger paint on his mirror and was having a grand time doing it all. I was stunned at what I saw and really didn't know how to handle it. I didn't say a word. I picked up my imaginative child and took him to the bathroom where I ran the shower to get what I could see off then ran the bath water to have him soak. I went back to get my camera because nobody would believe me when I told them to get proof of what had just happened. I washed/disinfected him off not saying one word to him, took him out put clean underwear and clothes on him, took him to my bed, laid him down and said "Go to sleep." I turned out the light and left. He didn't object and went right to sleep, I checked.

I have no idea what was going through his mind and have never had any trouble with him before and hopefully never again. Did I just jinx myself?