Potty training brings all sorts of surprises.
Some of these surprises are left in the kids play tent, some are left in the backside of droopy underwear, some are left lying on the floor and on a few happy occasions, some are actually left in the potty.
Seriously, who am I trying to fool? After potty training 4, I’ve seen it all…and smelt it all, and cleaned it all. Aren’t you proud of me? Wonder if I could use that in my resume should I decide to one day re-enter the work force?
Today while cleaning the kitchen after lunch, I put my very ‘regular’ son on his training potty. He’s so regular that I can predict that as soon as he’s finished eating his peanut butter & honey sandwich, he will slink out of his chair and quietly hide under the kitchen table to make his deposit, and we’re not talking about into my checking account.
So while I was cleaning, listening to music and talking to myself, (which is no biggy around here mom always talks to herself, and no one had better interrupt an adult when they’re talking)…..he scooted his potty chair from the bathroom, through the dining room, out the kitchen door, through the “school” room, and out onto the patio, in plain view of my neighbors!
Scooted it. Get the picture. Like a dog would scoot on their hiney.
One of my daughters who was enjoying her sandwich outside came running in yelling, “Mom, Justice is outside sitting on his potty!”
Did he just scoot his potty seat right past me and out onto the patio? It makes a horrible high pitched squeal as it slides across the ceramic tile. How’d I miss that? I must have been having a really interesting conversation with myself.
I hate potty training.