What's all the stink about?

So a few days ago I went into Jerry's room to wake him to go pick Gia up from school. I walked in his room and instantly had the smell hit me. "Eww, Jerry did you go poop?" I look over there and he is leaning against his bed, he obviously did not take a nap. As I walk across his room to go get a diaper to change him, he says "It's under there." Excuse me, what's under there? "Poop...is under there." I glance quickly at his spongebob rug and see an obvious bump in in it. "Jerry, no you didn't!" I pulled back the rug and lo and behold there it was, his dingle berries, placed under his rug. I asked him, "Jerry, why did you put your poop under your rug?" His response, and one hard to argue with, "Because it was in my butt." The thing that got me is that his poop wasn't just tossed under there to get rid of it, it looked as though it was intricately placed under his rug. It looked like Stonehenge was constructed under there. The only difference is I can precisely date this architectural structure back to the time and place as well as the person responsible. Moral of the story: You can't sweep your problems under the rug.