warning: graphic content below. tame stuff if you have toddlers. not so tame otherwise.
A sentence I never imagined uttering, and certainly never imagined uttering without so much as blinking an eye:
"B, could you pick up that nugget of poop by the door while I scrub over here?"
The circumstances behind this sentence (I'll spare you) prompted B to support my desire to potty train M, which led to doing something I never (never ever) imagined doing:
Sitting outside a bathroom door with B, listening for the sounds of, er, success from within where M sat on his throne because he said he needed to, well, you know. There he sat, and there we sat with bated breath, for 15 minutes, hoping against hope to hear a tell-tale ker-plop.
And hear it we did. B knocked on the door (M demands privacy in this matter) to which M answered: "Cleaning!" Wrong answer, kiddo.
What did we discover upon opening the door? M had wrangled one leg inside the toilet bowl and was "cleaning" said toilet with his foot. Proudly. Luckily, in this instance, there had not been any kind of, um, success prior to the foot entering the toilet. I suppose I should be proud that he's seen me clean toilets enough (with a scrubber, NOT my feet) to imagine doing it with his tootsies?
3 comments:
LOL, as only a mother of potty trained children can do. Good luck with that! Glad my 4 are all in underwear and having no more accidents. :)
great story. what an inventive and clean child you have. Aaron is postivie Jack is ready to be trained, but I'm going to wait a few more weeks. He still freaks when I mention the word "potty". I have at least 6 months to work with so I'm not in as much of a rush as you are. Good luck to you.
Funny. I know probably not for you, but funny.
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